“ABSTINENCE.” a poem a.k.a.: “The Day ‘Kindness’ And Death Got Married.” December 9, 2019 (Monday)
Simon Contreras is awfully KIND; He’s (even) given up meat & now seldom will dine,
On ANYTHING ANY MORE so his days will be few?
HeEarlierTodayFoundOut”vegetablesHAVEfeelings,” so he gave up on stew.
The weather is COLD outside of his door;
He looks for the kindly, feral cat to give Her more,
FOOD? BUT NOT MEAT (and now not even plants) for that might “wound” someone,
And wounding and eating and existence (generally) is (sometimes) not much fun.
& ALSO “The birds must be COLD,” thought Simon; “They’re up in those trees,”
So he lit a little fire to keep the birds warm; yet, his knees (now)
Are unsteady from SUCH LACK OF FOOD,
And HereComesKitty, who used to be pretty, butNowNoMoreEATS SIMONwo[u]ld,
Give HER, so kitty is skinANDbones (on her 9thLIFE), like Simon;
So, She DROPSdownTOdie. (pause) Simon, you might know, often met a PIEman,
And would EAT ALL SORTS OF yummy and nutritious PIES,
WhichContained meat&eggs&sugar&wheat, which, “back then,” was considered WISE.
Now, Simon’s stomach begs for FOOD to keep Simon going;
He looks UP, and the trees are all aflame, & THE BIRDS ARE, of course, KNOWING,
That they’re going to die TOO, thanks to what we call “misplaced affection.”
SometimesYou gotta be “cruel to be kind;” then, DEATH heads in their direction. (pause)
When DEATH arrived, Simon grabbed Her scythe from Her bony hand;
“I don’t want you CUTTING YOURSELF.” “But, Simon, you don’t understand;
I NEED that device to do my job.” Simon wouldn’t give it back; he was gonna rob,
DEATH of the means of keeping population numbers down,
And, despite Death’s sad, misty frown,
SIMON, WEAK AND LEAN, HELD ONTO THE SCYTHE F O R E V E R.
And EVERYTHING FELL APART; yup. The Time/Space Continuum did “sever,”
Creating a rift in The Fabric of Eternity because of Simon’s immense kindness,
And GOD & Jesus, The Buddha & The Saints ALL REALIZED their BLINDNESS,
In the promotion of: LOVE, AFFECTION and (even) HONORING LIFE;
But at least Simon found himself A WIFE. That’s RIGHT: Mr. & Mrs. Simon Contreras:
Simon AND Lady Death; I’m sure (as they’re making love) they love to hearUS,
INourSORROW, as All Bloody Creation cries out:
“Be a little cruel; not so kind.” (Moral) BALANCE IS WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT.