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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.

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27 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. 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...

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

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

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  5. 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!

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

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

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

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

    Always enjoy reading your work Shay.

    Anita.

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

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

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

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  13. It has a wonderful rhythm...


    Here is my One Shot:
    gost of a rose

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  14. chucka chucka .. I'm grinning too

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  15. 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

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  16. 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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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  23. Loved this ... mail car reference is great.

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

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