Wednesday, August 15, 2007

The Discretion Of A Plague

Gather 'round children and hear a ditty
How Pestilence at last learned pity
From a tender crowd of politicians
Or patience, at least, in his mission.

For once upon a warm, damp night,
On blackest horse, with skin of white
A horseman of apocalypse
Stopped off to drink or, maybe, piss.

The bar he chose was in D.C.
And Democrats were on T.V.
Engaged in a debate.
Four horsemen bring the Earth its fate.
For petty grievance, here were eight.

One proclaimed compassion
For the poor and the dirty
The next swore firm action
To defend our liberty
One expressed frustration
At injustice by race
The next claimed administration
Of competence and taste.
And on and on the candidates prattled
Until The Plague's dry bones were rattled.

By the time the horseman drained his beer
He forsook his call for now and here
As he put his work up on a shelf,
In rasping voice he told himself:

"Though Satan's fire burn eternally,
It shan't outsmoke democracy.
And though I'd come to spread corruption
I see no point in interruption."

PESTILENCE, n. Any corruption of the flesh unexplained by the neighbor's sin.


puppybrose said...

i may not know anything about Pestilence, but i do know a thing or two about being first.

just saying... ; )

Joel said...

Pestilence: Bible-speak for lots of bugs.

puppybrose said...

by the way, this is one fine bit o' poetry. bitter after watching one too many "debates", are we? ; )

karma said...

after being plagued by many problems, we got free. today is India's 60th Independence Day ... happy to us!

TLP said...

Good poem.

Pestilence: highly infectious pernicious politicians. They're gross and they're everywhere. Pretty much like fleas on rats. (But like you, I'm not bitter.)

quilly said...

PESTILENCE n. The buzz in my ears and the welts on my skin -- called forth by O.C.'s trumpet.

Most evenings we go out to the point, O.C. plays his horn and the native pestilence dines on me. Last evening the apartment building was empty of all sans us, so we stayed in while O.C. practiced -- and still the pestilence came to dine on me!

Clearly O.C. has the horn or plenty. Plenty of pestilence.

the amoeba said...

PESTILENCE, n. When eloquence has gone over to the Dark Side.

Quilly, you have heard of the Pied Piper ...? [sigh]

quilly said...

O.C., I suppose I should be happy that you call forth mosquitoes and chiggers, rather then rats.

Doug said...

Neva, you are right about first. I understood you had some recent experience with pestilence, as well.

Thank you, Deacon Joel.

Neva, I've stopped watching the debates but I had to write about something. It's Wednesday.

Happy Independence Day, Karma.

Nope, TLP. We're not bitter.

Quilly, maybe if he took the mute off so it doesn't buzz?

Amoeba, that's a fine definition.

Quilly, I prefer rats. At least they make a meal.

Jamie Dawn said...

That is SOME good poetry! Really, I mean it.
That poem should be dissected and studied.

Pestilence: The result of abandoning what is right.

I enlarged the graphic to get a good look at Death.
He's got good bone structure.
He's being followed by dragons and winged, naked demons.
What an entourage!

G said...

Doug, if it's Wednesday you could have written about Prince Spaghetti day instead of pestilence!

But then I guess your poem wouldn't have made sense.

dddragon said...

Pestilence: what keeps us indoors, flyswatter in hand.

Minka said...

pestilence, taking a flu overseas and greeting your entire family at the airport, hugs and kisses and everything :)

I am pretty good on a horse,too... I guess I would make a fine harbinger of death.

(You remind me of Prachett today!)

puppybrose said...

yeah, it never occurred to me that Pestilence would arrive on my doorstep in the form of a penguin. d'oh! ; )

the amoeba said...

PESTILENCE, n. Windows Vista. Oh, screw Vista. Windows Anything. And the richest man in the world is still ...

Doug said...

Jamie Dawn, whenever I see a naked demon I know good times are in store. And thank you.

g, where were you when I was deciding what to write this morning. Tuesday, if I'm not mistaken, is Prince Spaghetti night. Poems are for humpday.

Dddragon, the pestilences are getting smaller and smaller all the time, aren't they?

Minka, unless harbingers of doom are allowed to smile and climb trees, I'm afraid you won't make the first cut. Still, good luck with that. I could use a friend in the industry.

Neva, she was probably just a carrier.

Amoeba, I'm with you, brother. Smiling at the joke over my new iPhone.

G said...

Doug, I am sure I was trying to find my alarm clock which had been placed in a bottom drawer to hit the snooze button again.

Was it Tuesday? Your mind is younger than mine - probably right.

G said...

Doug, actualy - it's Wednesday:

Sorry, I can't be bothered with a proper link - g'night.

ariel said...

reminds me of this Calvin & Hobbes:

Calvin: Do you believe in the devil? You know, a supreme evil being dedicated to the temptation, corruption, and desruction of man?

Hobbes: I'm not sure man needs the help.

Calvin: You just can't talk to animals about these things.

ariel said...

Karma, Happy Independence Day to India! hope it includes dancing and funny colourful food. :-)

OC, Windows IS evil. God save us!

I Dive At Night said...

Pestilence: A rain of frogs to a guilty religious fanatic.

Providence: A rain of frogs to a French-trained chef.

I Dive At Night said...

Oh, and well done on the poem! Pithy!

Doug said...

G, that's what google said, too. Wednesday. I guess I've lapped you in deterioration. To be honest, I was a little shocked Wikipedia didn't have an entry for Prince Spaghetti Night. That was a little disappointing.

Ariel, I remember that Calvin and Hobbes. I loved whenever they discussed theology.

Morgan, that was a great job with Pestilence and Providence.