It was a regular Saturday morning for the junior bowling league,
where my 10 year old son’s and other teams rolled,
which took up many of the 50 lanes at the alley, but not all;
there was open bowling, where looking around I saw a white man
in his 30s or older with a young Asian girl, maybe 8 or 10 years old,
where I’m assuming she was his adoptee, who was trying to teach
the girl to bowl, which would be an ordinary thing to observe except
the girl was blind, which put it into another category altogether, which
made my attention riveted including my ears because you see he was
berating her with various phrases again and again when she couldn’t
roll the ball to knock pins down, where I could feel the pressure building
at the cruelty of this act as my mind struggled to rationalize how he
could perceive this as being ok but coming up empty and this pressure
gave locomotion to my legs and oil to my larynx as I walked over and
asked why are you doing this to her, it’s wrong; the look he gave me was
a blank offensive stare but he said not a word; walking away I felt defeated
but was glad the little girl heard my words and later wondered who she
expected to hear at the end of her life when she passed through those
gates sitting on the throne.
Gospel Isosceles (aka Amaya) is today’s host for dVerse. Amaya says:
The first rule: The poem must tell a story in one sentence.
Rule #2: The poem must explore the theme of ‘the end of civilization as we know it.’
The third rule [is] that the story must tell of an odd or embarrassing incident, either heard about, witnessed, or autobiographical.
There is one more hidden rule that must be followed if your poem is to be a “death sentence” in its pure form: it must be improvised.
You may write up to three story-sentence-poems that answer the prompt. Once you have published it on your blog, link it up below and then read and comment on the other linked entries.
“Evil in Waiting,” from The Elder Scrolls