Smiling Jack

circle
semi spaces
hooded robes
black candles
hidden faces
shades of medieval tact
trying to extinguish
el smiling jack
and...
down comes shiny
whack!
one head had gone
another grows back
and...
down comes shiny
whack!
two heads gone
another grows back
and...
down comes shiny
whack!
three heads gone
another grows back
perhaps four
perhaps five
Jack, new head and all
is still alive
Smiling up a ball
A damn
frustrating mystery
perhaps
then a neck tie
from a nearby tree
Huddle
what?
maybe not
try another call
Jack is still bucking
smile and all

at the end of a priestly wit
how, oh how can they do it?
Jack, that wily, scaly fox
grins
outside the "normal" box

Smiling Jack  - © 2004 Ahkenaton  all rights reserved
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