The Offering

The Offering

A Poem by OldPoet
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An encounter I had in a fast food restaurant.

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He sat, silently smirking over
his cardboard cup of coffee,
leaning, to lap it like a cat.
Lips oiled and curved and bluish,
hands knotted with filth, he
stroked his pocket.
Like a child picking wildflowers -
he paid court to every set of eyes
in the busy hum of the fast-food
place.
He chose me and pinned me to
his moment in time.
Lascivious, leering, laughing,
he opened his pocket just for me.
A half-dead sparrow leaked
part way out and burred its
broken wing.
It sang as sweetly as if we were
in a glen, a meadow, a dale of
helitroping sun flowers.
Then he licked one lip and
ran his bony, bent finger down
the bird's spine, causing it
to flutter, as if some phantom
wind blew by...
He put it back, that broken bird.
His eyes dared me to commit to
him in an obscene partnership
of silence. I smeared myself
with his evil...said no word.
Then I walked to him, held
out my hand, and after grinning
madly, he took the bird from
his pocket and laid it on my palm. 

© 2018 OldPoet


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What an interesting meeting. Your lines vivid with imagery. And, he gentle with nature. "I smeared myself with his evil" I am wondering why you chose the word evil?

Chris

Posted 6 Years Ago


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OldPoet

6 Years Ago

Thank you, Chris, for the fine review. Though the young man seemed gentle..there was an eerie darkn.. read more

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Added on November 8, 2018
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OldPoet
OldPoet

Portland, OR



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I live Portland, Oregon - with my two rescue cats. Am disabled and bedbound - but that does not stop me. I write for our local homeless newspaper, street roots. My work has been widely published an.. more..

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