A SUBLIME POEM BY MR. B. JONES, ESQ.
§ SEVN DED BABEES §
- A Hindoo Adaption -
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"Qui veut faire l'ange, faire la bete."
- Pascal
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Won day I was down by dat ole creek
An awl o suddun I hears lotsa lil babees
Awl o cryn.
So, youknows, I gets
Long throo dose ole woods
Purtee dang fass.
Wen I comes up da creek
To ware dem lil babees wered
Do n awl dat screem cryn,
I hatta stop dere n open ma mout.
Awl da hair on my hed
Stood up at wha
I dere sawt.
Fo dere was dis Woe-Man,
Laughn lika crazee,
Hee hee hee hee.
Drowndn
Awl dem lil babees
N da watur.
"Ho dere now Woe-Man,
You don tuch no mor dem lil uns,
You hears me?"
Is wha I says to dat won.
Bud she so crazee
She juss laff at me,
Pikup a lil feller n puthim
Unner da watur.
"Ho now you!"
I sayt n stard
Go n affur her.
I cud see she hat kilt
Alredee tree lil babees
N dis make me purtee dang pset.
I jump like dat affer her mad.
But den, quik aspit,
She dun took out a bigo
Shineeknive n...
... n she dun didit hi n da air n...
Cutsoff.
Awl da udder.
For babees heds.
Won too tree fo.
Quikaspit.
Chop chop chop chop.
"O now Woe-Man,
You gon plum roundaben.
You givs me dat knive now
Fo you gonna hurts you ownseff."
Bud she juss laff
Awl da mor
N pikup a lil babee hed
N kissit soff dere onits lil sweet lips.
I run get her den
N rassle her down
On grownd dere.
Wego twis n turn
On topo awl dem
Sevn ded babees den.
She slipree asa fish,
Get way from me
N point dere to da sky.
I looksup dere n sees
Dere be sevn Gods
Awl o floatn like dem Gods do.
N I figurs it rite den
Dat dey hat comes owt
O dem sevn ded babees dere.
Dose ole Gods
Den come down
N sayt to dat crazee Woe-Man:
"Tanks you
Fo settn us freed.
We hat got ourseffs trick
By dat evil one, Mara,
N to bein ncarnated n to
Dem sevn ded babees.
Iffn not fo yur strengt n fait,
We wudda hat ben trap dere
Fo all dere hart lives.
Tank you, Woe-Man.
Tank you fo dis hart thin
You has don.
You be graced.
Tank you."
N den dem sevn Gods
Juss flowtd ways.
Like dem Gods do.
Juss like dem Gods do.