Hardboiled Half Dozen


Hardboiled Half Dozen

Polishing the egg
her unwavering focus.
Best stay out, rooster.

“I me carry you,”
Ella big-eyed reaches up,
I stoop to obey.

Mommy has her charms,
but none give rides like papa.
Ella has it made.

She stole the wife’s man
by stealing the man’s woman.
Child conquers marriage.

Sex has a purpose:
children consume you and leave
love as memory.

Limp battered old cock,
testy clucking old layer –
what’s left after chicks.

1 December 2001