Erwartet das Seil

11 January 2013

One swine at the bottom
of a well
eats air
in his Sleep

And of his two lungs--
fourteen billion all
murmuring: "Quaquaquaqua" in
bifurcated silence, of
ignorance and prayers,
eyes in pairs which
have been clouded by
the id

Awaiting the rope ladder, to
unfold
in "L"ight untold, which (
or so it is said
)
suckled the holy cow:

Residing now
in the pen, the pen:
proponent of men and inhibitor
of
The "m"ind.

One skull at the bottom
of a well
despairs
And of his teeth--
each toenail
of the personal god--
reeking of and stewing in
revered apathia--who
sits pretty on
the stone
for reasons unknown
and nips us
in
the bud.

Author's Note

a poem written for my AP Literature class in high school; had to use five words or phrases from Lucky's speech in Waiting for Godot