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 RAVENS 

  Cawing black harbingers of doom
  Banking slowly around in a flock
  To feed of a farmers corn
  Resting on a tattered scarecrow

  Only flying away when a blast
  From an automatic, orchestrated gun
  Fires, Set to scare them into the air
  To fly back to feed undisturbed
  To once again eat a farmers living

  To flap away when a black car sweeps in
  With a professional looking young man
  With a briefcase attached
  Clambers out and sits for a meeting

  Country courtesy demands the Wedgwood
  And the silver sugar bowl
  Plastic smiles from them, nervous looks in return
  As the briefcase is opened
  Bank statements laid out, loan agreements too

  The bank can no longer carry you
  We are forced to foreclose
  As the black car drove away
  The bird gun boomed again

  A farmer and his wife sat in silence
  The ravens cawed, the kettle sang
  It all seemed so bloody normal.

     Ewan Elliott
        02 May 1999

 

 

THE WHIPPING POST

    "....please administer 15 lashes to this slave..."

   Instructions to a house master
   Like cattle sent to slaughter
   Each lash is marked, each lash dealt with precision

        "...She is only 15 madam..."
        "...What do you mean she is only 15..."
        "...she is an impudent little monkey..."
        "...1 lash for each year and she is MY slave."
        "...So go about it, but don't cut her too deep."
        "...I want her serving me tonight."
        "...and I don't like blood."
 

 
 30 May 1999