Dad sneezed &
...sneezed again.
The sky grew a cloud
just like...a pig.
The man on the telly said:
“BlahblahSWINEFLUblah! ”
“It can’t be swine flu! ”
Mum remarked frostily
icicles forming off of
her every word
her mouth
a cold cave
her teeth
all stalactites & stalagmites
biting off each
bitter word
with a derisive laugh
eyes mythically flashing
a modern day Circe.
“Your Dad was always such
...a pig! ”
“Weren’t you...my pet...weren’t you my...precious! ”
she chucked him under the chin
smiling sweetly as a dagger.
Dad grunted
scratched his crotch &...belched
waiting for the ad break to desist
& the second half of the match
to commence.
I said nothing
lost myself again in my Playstation.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bringing-home-the-bacon-for-bryan/
