Words While We Wait - Day 7

Artist Spotlight

May 5

Written By Megan Barton

Words While We Wait from Kirkfield, Ontario

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IN THE WILD WEST

Poet: Michael Plante
Artist: M-J Kelley

It came to town riding from the east,
A donkey cowboy with ill intentions,
The little town panicked,
And bought up the toilet paper.

Miss Johnston placed her mask over her mouth,
Picked up her shotgun and loaded it with a vaccine,
The face shield covered the splatter from the bastard,
The donkey cowboy lay dead in the streets.

“The pandemic has started”, she yelled to the people,
“Surround the town, let no one in”,
“Call it a bubble or state of emergency”,
“Whatever you do, do not hug”

The people of the town paid no attention,
Groomed for disaster they went to the saloon,
They hugged and cheered and dance the night away,
Rotting in the streets was the donkey cowboy.

A cough, a sneeze and two lovers kissed,
The piano player was the first to fall,
No more music, no more jokes,
No more pandemic for that little town.

Miss Johnston saddled up and on her horse left,
Solitude on the plains of isolation,
Fools on the hill will roll off a cliff,
While chasing their shadows in the evening sun.

Unprecedented times we now live in,
Flatten the curve left from that donkey cowboy,
For any town that heeds no waring,
Is just another ghost town in the making.

And Miss Johnston still travels upon the plains,
Searching for more of those donkey cowboys,
One by one they fall in her presences,
From the east they came, in the west they rest.