Saturday, November 24, 2007

Silence of the Turkey

There's a body in our fridge.
Hacked and hewn,
Flesh ripped from the bone,
A hollow shell of its former self.

In the dark of night
We carefully pick its bones,
Place the carcass in a large garbage bag,
And sneak out to the trash.

We heave and puff,
Pushing it over the edge of the can.
It lands with a resounding thud.

We put the lid on
And stealthily tread back into the house.

Relief.

It's finally gone.

That was one good bird.

7 comments:

Leslie said...

That was creepily poetic! And it WAS one good bird! You are so funny!

Mama D said...

What a great poet! Glad you enjoyed your Thanksgiving -- and the stealthy trips to the fridge...

Patty said...

Ahh... Jamie has a poetic side! How can we put that to use??!! Maybe an Enrichment activity on writing great poetry?? Ok, I won't even try to volunteer you for that one. But your poem really is good!!

Rachel said...

Wow, Jamie...that was a little freaky...if I didn't know better, I might have thought you were an axe murderer or a cannibal!

Papa D said...

My vote is for the axe murderer. *grin*

Seriously, do we have a closet Stephen(ie) King in our midst?

Speers Family said...

Little scary - I'm glad you didn't write that when we were roommates - it would have made me a little nervous!

Pampered Princess said...

ooooooohhhhhh.....I have shivers going up my spine. Not really. I'm just way impressed!!!!
Maura