04-23-2016, 03:43 PM
Appetite for dinner
A rooster, legs trussed,
lay wide eyed at the back our car
for the potholed ride back home
squirting green shit on the footmat.
Once in the backyard
it became curious
strutting in the herb garden
while cook chopped potatoes,
and sliced chillies lengthwise
to better control their heat.
Near four o'clock, a servant twirling a black machete
cut it up
in a flurry of harlequin feathers.
As it ran headless, the cat sprang away
from its thrashing spur
slicing the rich air randomly.
Dinner was tasteless
and mother thought me traumatised
but really, my appetite had died
from seeing green shit in the morning.
A rooster, legs trussed,
lay wide eyed at the back our car
for the potholed ride back home
squirting green shit on the footmat.
Once in the backyard
it became curious
strutting in the herb garden
while cook chopped potatoes,
and sliced chillies lengthwise
to better control their heat.
Near four o'clock, a servant twirling a black machete
cut it up
in a flurry of harlequin feathers.
As it ran headless, the cat sprang away
from its thrashing spur
slicing the rich air randomly.
Dinner was tasteless
and mother thought me traumatised
but really, my appetite had died
from seeing green shit in the morning.
~ I think I just quoted myself - Achebe