I FORGIVE YOU
(A BRIEF CHRISTMAS WISH)

I do not pray you die in pain,
Dismembered by a speeding train.
I neither hope you’re lacerated
And in its belly macerated
By a tasteless crocodile.
It truly wouldn’t make me smile
To learn you had succumbed to fungus,
Been squeezed to pulp in a humungous
Boa constrictor’s steely hug,
Fed a toxic dose of drug,
Or roasted on a pyre of sticks.

Before December 26.

Copyright © 2013 T. A. G.