Saving the Chickens
It’s the last day
at the Taj Mahal Indian Buffet
with chicken tandoori
steaming on a silver tray
centerpiece of a rainbow array
of vegetables and rice.
No customers today
as three ladies outside
march back and forth
placards high
deploring the slaughter
of innocent chickens.
They’ve given up their
lunch hour again today
before going back to work
at the clinic for women
who want to exercise
their reproductive rights.
Without Benefit of Wimple
Covey of nuns
without benefit of wimple
graciously attired
sport coat, turtleneck, skirt
scurry through the airport
iPads swinging
unaware the turtleneck
is their Roman collar.
The Human Condition
Did I forgive her, you ask?
What a silly question.
Why wouldn't I forgive her?
The mother of my children,
she's been dead for years.
Our long war died with her.
Did I attend her funeral?
I'd have been a distraction.
But I pray for her,
the repose of her soul.
She belongs in Heaven,
no denying that, up front
in a box seat after all
she's been through.
If I'm lucky, I'll find
the side door to
Heaven unlocked.
I'll sneak in quietly
and if Peter doesn't
throw me out, I'll sit
in the bleachers.
The question is,
will I wave if she
turns around?
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.
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