The Ides of March Journal
December 21, 2012.
Midnight came and went.
The ghosts of Cichen Itza
still laugh at our fear.
In this issue, culled from six eligible poems:
---"A Mayan Christmas"
---"Not So Fast"
---"Taxing Times--The Legend of Lady Godiva"
"A Mayan Christmas"
My brother buys boxes of batteries.
And he's got shelves full of dry food,
enough for a zoo.
He says the end is coming,
and the Mayans won't take him.
He's stocked his basement larder,
and he's got guns to the brim.
I asked him: "What if nothing happens?"
"What if it's all just a bunch nonsense?"
He said: "Then I'm already set
for five years worth of Christmas presents."
"Not So Fast"
How did you come to this?
Your head on a stake,
with years to ponder your predicament
from the rooftop.
Missing your cozy crypt in Westminster.
Lord Protector of Great Britain,
Star of the Puritan Elect,
Oliver Cromwell, man of God.
The part you played in the King's execution
never sat well.
You governed to the hilt: loyalists massacred,
churches burned around the ears of poor Irish.
A colorful rule, a peaceful death in bed.
their stubborn resentment could not let you rest.
"Taxing Times--The Legend of Lady Godiva"
Now its worse.
God I've a
mind to ride.