Friday, November 12, 2010

Garlic Poem

Bill Stewart

I see the fangs, the sharp white tusks, emerging from the ground.
What dragon thrusts its maw from subterranean cave to threaten my feet?
Like a green snake it slithers up and twists into the sun, forked god of fire.
And when I dare to grasp this tooth, this stinking tusk,
I wrench it from the ground to find, not a fang, not a mouth,
But an old man’s beard!  Tangled and white, 
Growing around shrunken lips, like the mouth of a sea anemone.
This is no Dragon’s Maw!  This is Vampire Bane!  Garlic!  Garlic!!!  GARLIC!!!
Rub it on your feet and your breath will stink of it.
Eat it raw and you will have the breath of a Dragon!!!

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