Toads in the Garden of Eden

11 August 2014

In the botanical earth that breeds the light why

do toads appear at night?

From beneath the dawn of moonshine slithers dusk that

self-sustains---

'til the secular curtains lift on high and

the stage is floodlit pink.

"The world's a stage," the gods will say;

celestial spotlight drives away the

squat and spotted minions who berate the

idle foot.

Transitory lovers love best,

warding fingers from the breast and

pouncing on the shoulders where they perch

with gusto cold.

Arbitrary murders in cold blood do

puncture to the bone;

prey not on he who dines alone but

he who sleeps with tulips.

Should the "almighty" hands flatten

lilliputians in disdain, let the

worldly truth remain that these thumbprints

did unto the grass unload

the brown and faintly warted toad. 

Author's Note

for R.W.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

Thanks for sharing this poem. It has a quality that is refreshing to the mind's ear. There is a fell that comes when I read Emily D. You share good company. I don't pretend to fully understand only to appreciate the conceptual mind that created this.