Brother Louis Versus Tom Turkey
Ho! There Tom Turkey, lurky, perky, smirky
Hiding in the thicket, hedged in by your picket.
Still I spy your secret.
I hide behind a tree.
I will creep a little closer, and still you cannot see
Noser, Imposer; fetch closer I’ll be.
Smelled you in the delly, welly telly smelly
Steppin’ and a snap it, trodden foot a-crack it.
You can spy all you want
Louis, you old smeller,
Because I’m sly like a wight, a private sort of feller
A bright, aright, a sprite forest dweller.
So say you clucky, lucky ducky, clucky
Barking like a hound with a fox you’d found.
I heard you from afar
Tom, rasping to the ladies.
Thought I’d keep you on your toes, you and your mateys.
Suppose I arose to keep your souls from Hades.
If I aholt ya, note ya, groped ya, poked ya
So to pin your claws back, held your beak that gnaws at,
That’d teach you a fine lesson
In the art of stealthy.
I’d do you no great damage, but turn you wiser, wealthy.
For man is to manage his Man-Age Self be.
Louis, let me free be, me be, flee me, freely
I don’t trust one iota, tricksy since I known ya.
You’d ring my neck
And pluck my plume
My tasty meat for you to eat, and bring me to my doom –
Eat complete to feet! Nothing left to entomb!
You are part right: “pretend friend.” Amend the end,
For we’ve been know to eat you at times when we’d greet you.
But not this time.
Us two are One.
“And how’s that so? A trick trap you’ve spun.
All show you know, I know your web I’ll pull undone.”
This conflict’s but a shadow, sad-o, bad-o, mad-o
A lie devised, The Grand Disguise, a split there lies.
We left each other
Just like two brothers,
One prodigal and wild, the other breathless, smothers
One wild err-child, beguiled thus true and false to the other’s.
This talk is through. Adieu to you, Dear Lou!
I still call the shots, like it or nots.
The upper-hand is mine.
Freedom is no sin.
You’d plow my back – it’d never end.
Crack! Attack back – that’s how I defend.
Shadow Tom don’t run. Be done with fun young one.
You know I can’t defeat you, so it’s impossible to eat you.
All right keep your space.
But I’ve come afar to teach you.
“I don’t want to hear it! You boring old preach, you!
Can’t bear it, dare it, swear it! Spare it I beseech you!”
Tom, you chew Old Lou black and blue through and through.
But you’re not the boss; I skim you like dross.
You float on by,
This pilgrim’s rest a-tarryin’.
Stand still as a tree to quiet Tom’s delirium.
Flee and cleave to Thee: unum est necessarium.*
Tom! Where’d ya go? Flee go? See go? Ego!
Vanished like a vapor, it’s the same ol’ caper.
Gave me the slip,
Left me in the lurch.
We always end this way, both putting on the smurch.
He say, ‘give way some day,’ diabolic saint in a forest church.
* “The one necessary thing”
By Brother Dancha, December 2010