Tributes pour in for Bee Gees legend Robin Gibb
Hello! Magazine, 21 May 2012
Chafing at the threshold
of a stone bridge over a ravine
a billy goat samples the headwind
hoping for essence of meadow
and tasting only cheese,
cheese topped with a sheep's pelt,
ancient brie reeking like the creases
in rotting skin, seeping from green stones,
the maggoty festering breath of a troll.
The goat looks left, looks right,
looks back at the denuded field
where he and his brothers once feasted
and fought; and standing apart from it
sees it anew in the troll's pebble eye,
a blessing for one to be staying alive.
(c) 2012 Slush Poet
