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A Cannibal's Meditation

As often as one can find a hen
with teeth in my village, will I give
serious thought to religious fantasies--
other than my own.

Early childhood terrors, fostered
by my parents inherited superstitions,
still conjure up images of vengeful
“Muhungu,” the deity that stalks the mind
in his awesome shape of a Baobab tree.

In my relatively long life I’ve not been good
nor bad, but it’s human nature to ponder one’s
conduct while on Earth--especially
as one feels unwell. An abnormal rise
in body temperature triggered some concern
in my rotund banana-fed wife.

“Ah, Kugamamula, ah, don’t worry so,
there’ll be a better place for me, once I’m gone,”
I dismissed her worries with a wave of my gnarled,
leopard-torn hand, though I’m always pleased
when I survive injuries or a health crisis,
thanks to Dr. Magubu’s herbal medicines and drum.
Frankly, I no longer live in anticipation of my demise;
only the manner in which I must make my exit
is of concern to me.

Once I watched my wife chop off a chicken’s
head. The decapitated fowl defecated,
then fluttered into the savannah.
I retrieved the carcass before some starving leopard
could get to it, then ventured back home to study the head.

Conclusion one: a hen has no teeth.
Conclusion two: Mindlessly fluttering, powered
by reflexes--that’s NOT how I would want to go.

Toward that end, my wife may find me kneeling,
praying before a Raquel Welch pinup,
long ago retrieved from an Irish missionary
whom I had for dinner. In fact, even I, a primitive
savage might appreciate the spiritual comfort derived
from a belief in something--And I would--
if only I could find a hen with teeth.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Last few words: 
I'm almost positive that, in my past life, I've been a cannibal. Everything tastes like chicken to me; including chicken.
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Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

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You seem to get funnier as you go. I love this one, it has the proper bit of sarcasm, along with a measured amount of humor.
Nice as they come. ~ Geezer.
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would you believe me if I told you that I'd set out to write a sonnet in praise of the Coronavirus, but then my inbred twin intervened and derailed my freight train of thought. As a poet (lol at that misnomer) I advise you to never pay heed to inner voices! Go autopilot! I appreciate your comment, Sir.
Jerry

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I think those inner voices are very similar to the ones that I hear in my inner ear sometimes. [I have tinnitus, which garbles some tones of the human voice] and there are times I hear people say some pretty wild things. Like the time I wrote a poem called "Stop Dancing" I could have sworn that I heard the lady on TV say; "Stop dancing, I'm trying shoot you." [She did have a gun pointed at him]. Yeah, I've started writing one thing and had it come out completely different. I think I like this better than a sonnet though. Thanks for the laugh. ~ Geezer,
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Come to chat every Thursday - 3:30 to 4:30 pm. EST.
With: c Lynn Brooks and Geezer

Tinnitus'--ringy-dingy in one ear is enough to drive one nuts, which happened to me, but I pretend to be 'sane', which puzzles the hell out of my analyst. It's my goal to drive him crazy-- Brrrrr, ting-tang wala wala bing-bang. No one home around here.
Yeah and that lady on TV really told you to stop dancing, and that was a real gun, not a licorice stick. Thanks for the laugh. Jerry

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Hello, Jerry,
I sense that you've taken a few steps in Africa at some point in your life? Maybe set-a-spell beneath a Baobab tree, which according to Google is also known as the Tree of Life? Your poetry is entertaining and educational - but mostly very entertaining! A poet at work...
Thank you!
L

no--I have never set foot on the dark continent; skimmed along its coastline thou. I just read a lot about the birthplace of our human race, lol. Got as far as Spain, Portugal, Madagascar, and a bit of northern Europe; so, yes, I'm well-traveled--mostly, thanks to Uncle Sam's navy; (join the Navy and see the world) but no Africa. Sorry to disappoint, Lavender. Stay well, and maybe we will climb the baobab tree together. Jerry

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