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

January 2019

© Dave Kelf, 2019