Vile Seed

A Poem Written 08/23/2006

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Vile Seed
08/23/2006
David C. Roberson

Some force–
the antithesis
of The Divine,
placed it so carefully
down in her mind.

From there it grew deep
to the tip of her tongue:
where at every convenience
it could easily be sprung.

The vile seed would not
be subjected to harm,
nor uprooted from storm,
though gale winds rocked hard.

And twisters did come,
but still the seed grew!
We thought it might swallow
all that we knew!

It became such a darkness
it could vanquish all light!
Everyone feared it–
the idiomatic blight,

while at home I pondered
and prayed as I sat
that I’d be long dead
before she again said,
“Yeah… about that.”

Author Note: At the time I was talking to someone who had really latched on to the popular phrase, “Yeah… about that.” She used it constantly and incorrectly, really, whenever she didn’t have anything substantial to add to a conversation, which was often. It was absolutely maddening.

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