Blood pancakes

I asked myself,

should

I really have another

serving of pancakes?

***

After-all,

I had already finished

three helpings,

and

though I was dining

at an

eat-all-you-can

pancake restaurant,

I still felt I might be

over-doing it.

***

So, I asked God

for a sign.

Any sign at all.

Should I have one more

serving

of pancakes?

***

Suddenly, I heard

the crackle of the diner’s

over-head television set

being turned on, and

then an urgent news report:

Mining disaster in Asia!

Many feared dead.

Hundreds more missing.

***

So, yeh, I had another

serving of pancakes.

But I did not feel good about it

Gates of heaven

Last night

my goldfish

died,

driven insane

by syphilis

***

I guess I really

should have been

better about

changing the water

***

As atonement,

I wanted

the fish to have a

proper

Christian burial,

but, for all

my re-search,

I could find

nothing

on the subject

***

So, taking

a page from

the Bible,

I wrapped the

fish in it.

***

Bon voyage, old friend.


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RIP Vida

by Mary Cellini

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