Bucket Poem

A large white bucket.

A large white bucket with small black lines.

With small black spots.

A large white dog with small black spots is sitting in a bucket.

And he’s hungry!

Eat the bucket!

Tiny little tooth marks in a big “U” shape.

Ants march across a picnic table, around a plate of cake.

Sweet, white cake.

Cream icing, dark chocolate.

Gritty, dark chocolate staining your tongue, filing you up.

The milk tops it off.

There’s a lump at the bottom of the black plastic mug.

A drowned horsefly.

Toss it out.

It’s alive, and it flies!

The maggots are hungry.

They’ll eat through the body and leave the bones clean.

Give back to the god.

Bring them up the side of the mountain.

Don’t cut your feet.

Obsidian looks back at you, but won’t look after you.

Throw the bones down.

They sail on down, and white-hot lava erupts.

Run!

Run back home to your sports car noir and your white picket fence.

Take the cake on the plate.

Take the cloth with the ants.

Take the mug even if it’s empty.

Take the fly to lead you home.

Take the dog to save a life.

Don’t forget the white bucket!

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