Salad Days for the Dead, 1516 Anno Domini
by Wm. Rike on April 24, 2008
Hieronymus Bosch had overslept.
Proud as a goat on a badminton court,
scratching and stretching,
straining for equanimity
between sleep and waking delight,
he knew he was late for his appointment
but did not care.
Finding his tin can with string - a gift
from da Vinci - he spoke:
“Baltraffio, I’m on my way; I’m coming with!”
(His dog quizzically sniffed at the other
can on the floor.) He kicked over
a candlestick in his first stumble
from bed, stepped outside,
nude as a witch, and mounted
the pope’s dead elephant, Hanno
the all-knowing and diligent,
and rode off into the flaming house.
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