Pure, Pristine Little Pumpkin
Tagged in: Brain Poems
pure pristine little pumpkin
something once just tucked amongst
unsung dirt vines and leaves
it’s hard to believe
the world ever had him in its sleave.
sprouting, growing. existense–
definition of pure.
given a home
rich and secure,
never taken for granted,
a mentor to those newly planted
“drink the water the hose quirts for growth spirts,
eat the earth’s dirt,
and it’ll add to your girth.
little orange orbs.
it’ll build your form–as it absorbs.”
“the freshest grass is over here,
Rummage in the umbrage under
my broadest leaf,
to give your hunger
a modest releif.”
“friends of the garden,
let the skin of your limbs harden.
marinate in this spot’s tranquility
and be thankful for this plot’s abilty
to give you such life and wonder
free of strife and plunder.”
and a land of moderate and dull cultivation
profited under the unheralded motivation
to something seldom-sweeter
under a one of a kind melon-leader.
incidious, creeping shrubs intruded
and were drivin back
as grubs un-rooted.
when rain and wind the sky did wield,
the young were behind him–
a pumpkind shield.
then one day,
a man walked through,
bits of hay on muddy shoes.
The pumpkin said,
“welcome to our home,
you’re free to roam
without an end.”
And as though the greeting
had found deaf ears
the man came over
and was leaning near.
and from his belt he pulled a hatchet
then he calmly grabbed a stem and hacked it.
onto young fruit’s faces went the splatter,
they froze in silence but it did not matter.
To their horror and livid fright,
the man put their lovable hero in sack
put it over his back,
and then walked out of site.
They would hear only screams the rest of the night.
in the darkness of the human’s place,
the human cut the pumpkins face.
stabbing him over and over, and over again
making brutal wounds that would never mend.
carving out chunks of flesh and throwing them aside
grabbing and plucking at his insides,
he cut the innocent pumpkin while it slowly died…
staring triumphantly at his new, triangled eyes.