Tuesday, April 5, 2011

The Ballad Of The Wicked Baby

She was born with a caul--

Born with a tail--

Mama took her out,

And set her on the rails.



Down the tracks--

Through the rain--

Come the morning mail train.

chucka chucka chucka chucka...



Twister on the tracks--

Split the mail sacks--

Postman and the porter

Put the letters back.



Through the trees--

Up ahead--

Baby in her burlap bed.

chucka chucka chucka chucka...



Coyotes come and chew her free--

Carry her up the hillside--

She growed up silent by the rails,

But grinned when Mama died.

_______

27 comments:

hedgewitch said...

Feral babies--don't trust em, unless of course, you're feral too. I think I detect the influence of that prominent post-modern existentialist voice, the celebrated Ms. CoalBlack. (Don't feel bad, she's everywhere.)

A grisly, yet strangely charming tale.

Brian Miller said...

well i was singing right along to the chuga chugas cause i just love trains...the last stanza though my voice cracked and i dont have enough super glue to put it back together...

HermanTurnip said...

Wow! *Applause*! I think I'll save this one and read to Tyler before he goes to sleep tonight :-)

dustus said...

chucka chucka chucka... choo choo!
Talk about wicked baby mama drama.

Ami Mattison said...

Just goes to show how unloved things get their revenge. Love the chukkas. This is my last poem of my very long day, and I purposely ended here. Always a pleasure to read you, friend!

Sioux said...

I love the rhythm of this poem...It's so whimsical and dark at the same time.

Susannah said...

Love the rhythm, love the rhyme, you manage to do it, every time! Great stuff shay. ;-)

sonny said...

must say...very interesting indeed...very interesting read...

Aquarius63 said...

An interesting ballad. I was born with a "Caul" I am a Caulbearer.

Always enjoy reading your work Shay.

Anita.

ellen abbott said...

as well she should.

Lynn said...

Very intriguing.

Trellissimo said...

Babies like that are supposed to always be safe from drowning, according to deep sea fisherman!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Gotta love those coyotes! I love "she growed up silent by the rails". And oh, that evil Mama!

Lolamouse said...

Do I detect some "issues" with Mother? (said with a Viennese accent, of course!) As always, an intriguing and wonderful read!

gautami tripathy said...

It has a wonderful rhythm...


Here is my One Shot:
gost of a rose

Daryl said...

chucka chucka .. I'm grinning too

blueoran said...

Yeah, I detected some Coal dust sprinkled here. You gals must have been born joined at the tooth. No mama likes a feral baby, but some kids are just born to be wild. So thanks for packing this one off. - Brendan

Joanne said...

Ooh, a real gotcha. Just enough words, just the right rhythm, folding us into the dirt of life, the queer satisfaction we don't admit of knowing the demise of a betrayer.
Touche...

Pete Marshall said...

always something different, always something original and always worth reading ..cheers pete

Titanium said...

Pretty sure I laid down the railroad tracks for that feral baby! Wicked, Shay.

Mama Zen said...

Love it, love it, love it!

susansonnenmuses said...

Wow! I love the simplicity and rhythm of this rhyme!

Beachanny said...

Born with a caul always with the gift of foresight! Yep, she knew her mama early! Well done, as always. Loved it! Gay

jen revved said...

This is an aspect of your work I'm not familiar with-- dark! But good! xj

Patricia Caspers said...

Wow! You and Brian are so musical today. I was really groovin' with the story. Those chukka chukkas are so cool. Awesome, vivid tale.

Helen said...

Loved this ... mail car reference is great.

repressedsoul said...

those crazy ass ankle biters are at it again. Strong words, strong rhythm, strong voice shay