Friday, September 16, 2011

The Perilous Adventures Of Saint John Bosco

Saint John Bosco walks diagonally across a weedy playground
next to a defunct school that looks like a smashed shoebox.
Saint John Bosco is wearing a cassock and a funny little hat.
Behold your divine visitor, Detroit,
behold and be glad.

The basketball boys watch Saint John Bosco.
A white man here is about as common
as a dik-dik
or a dugong.
Saint John Bosco is the patron saint of boys:
unwanted boys,
neglected boys,
like the basketball players once were themselves
and their younger brothers are now.
Saint John Bosco loves them
when no one else does.

The basketball players usually while away the days
with dapping and bullshit.
Today they refer to Saint John Bosco not as 
Saint John, or
Giovanni...
They use the traditional multi-syllabic epithet.
What, they wonder, does the motherfucker want?
Is the motherfucker lost?
Crazy?
High?
What would be, they speculate further,
the optimum and most entertaining way
to fuck up the motherfucker?

At the far corner of the rusted, sagging fencing,
appears what might be an American bison,
but it is not quite so large;
or, perhaps, an enormous Brillo pad,
but it has legs!
amazing legs which laugh as they lope across the ground
In great joyful bounds.
It is the dog that follows Saint John Bosco,
protecting him.
It is the canine servant of the Divine,
ensuring that the humble saint's beautiful mercies continue.

"Shit!" say the basketball boys.
"Woof!" says the dog.
"Thank you, Father," says Saint John Bosco,
"for sending me your blessing this day
in the form of an angel."


dedicated to two of the world's three greatest dogs...Bosco and Chinook.

14 comments:

hedgewitch said...

This is a cool poem and very adroit use of symbol as well as well-deserved spreading of the holy gospel of dog adorableness. You could never take a saint on faith without an angel or two, especially in Dee-troit. And Dog *is* God spelled backwards. Has to mean something.

I know it means we're lucky, anyway. Chinook thanks you, and preens herself on the Brillo Pad look, which she has been trying for years to get down.

haikulovesongs said...

thank you for the {{Big Smile}} ~ i enjoyed the ending immensely! ♥ have a great weekend, Shay. *hugs*

Brian Miller said...

got to watch those dog angels...they will take communion out your backside...very cool verse shay...

blueoran said...

Hey, sign me up for St. Bosco's patron saintage. Fine carol a gal's best friend. - Brendan

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Marion said...

Wonderful, beautiful tale, well told, beautiful poet. I thank God for these magical, rare dog days. Love & Blessings!! xoxo

Sherry Blue Sky said...

So many wonderful lines and images, especially the dog with laughing legs, lolloping across the ground. I can just see him, large as a bison! Love your writing, as always, and forever.

Sioux said...

Wow, this post certainly struck a nerve in some....

Everybody needs a Bosco or two in their lives. To protect them, to entertain them and to comfort them.

Fireblossom said...

To learn about how Grigio, Saint John Bosco's dog, saved him from assassins, click here:

http://faithofthefathersapparitions.blogspot.com/2006/05/st-john-boscos-dog-or-angel.html

Mama Zen said...

"Laughing legs" is a gorgeous, perfect image!

Cloudia said...

you got a way with cool words!!!



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ellen abbott said...

Love this.

Lolamouse said...

Really cool poem and an amazing story. Glad you mentioned the link, as i didn't think it was a real story! (those wacky Catholics!)

Lynn said...

Did you name Bosco after that Bosco? Cool poem. :)