Tales Of The Unexpected
The Dungbeetle's Grizzly poem for 2019.
They came from near, they came from far
they sang a heavy song,
runners, RUMMINS everywhere you looked
you couldn’t go far wrong; or could you ?
The only way they didn’t come
was the Way of the MAN FROM THE SOUTH,
they came by foot, they came by car
they came by whispered word of mouth.
They came like LAMBS TO THE SLAUGHTER
they came with trepidation in their hearts
expecting equal measures of both GENIUS AND CATASTROPHE;
they came prepared to tear themselves apart.
From lonely hills and dry, parched plains
like moths they were attracted
to the Mecca for those hardy runners
drawn along El Camino by the burning Grizzly flame.
Some in fancy dress and some in skimpy running gear
from many clubs across the land
each one in need of a friendly hand,
across the bogs and through the woods, and miles of pebbly sand.
LADY LUXTON, GALLOPING FOXLEY, GEORGIE PORGY and all
a chance to test themselves against the fearsome bog.
Then A DIP THROUGH THE STREAM and A ‘WAY UPTO HEAVEN,
before the final descent, to the crowd’s embracing call.
Thus painting themselves across the Grizzly landscape
past MR BOTIBOL’S LONG LOST LOVE
and EDWARD THE CONQUEROR’S cat upon the mat,
they shed some mournful tears of fortitude
to reach a deeper cleansing, amongst the debris at the gateway.
Eventually the runners arrived back hOMe again
a years worth in the SOMETIME, NEVER moment
out of time and out of sweat, yet still within their tattered frames,
ON - ON they shouted, each one to tell their - TALES OF THE UNEXPECTED
a monumental effort they cried, their souls laid bare,
but mostly undetected - AH, SWEET MYSTERY OF LIFE,
at LAST (an enduring) ACT of ghostly, life-enhancing strife.
The Celestial Dungbeetle
© Dave Kelf, 2019