a poem about the euroa beast
In the middle of the swamp
sweating soldiers knock
on a cottage door
”Just a minute.”
Through the peephole
Eurora Beast sees a line of soldiers
”What’s this about?”
”You stuck your finger
in a light socket
when you were drunk
and the government is pressing charges against you”
”Did I? I have Alzheimer's
or dementia. Please
go away and never
talk to me again.”
”That’s a lie.”
The soldiers open fire on the door of the cottage
Some bullets bounce off the door
leaving dents
Some bullets stick
into the skin of Euroa Beast
Blue blood leaks out of it
The soldiers enter the cottage
Euroa Beast grabs one of them and throws it on the ground
then stomps on its legs
Euroa Beast’s tears fall
on the forehead of the soldier
It grabs another and
stomps on its face
”Stop this!”
Euroa Beast cries
*
*
*
Euroa Beast wakes up
sweating to its cat
sitting on its face
biting its cheeks
”Another nightmare?
I’m hungry and
I vomited in the sink”
The cat says
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