Restroom Poetry
by Peter Jägare
While making use of a public restroom, your gaze is caught by a particularly long piece of graffiti. It appears to be a line of haikus, scribbled in several different handwritings by different pens and pencils...
Mosquitoes hunted,
fishes battle for their food.
Some will go hungry.
Freezing in the snow,
the poor child sees the rich child...
He's the same, but warm.
Hunter tracks his prey.
Arrow-felled doe lies among
blossoming flowers.
For a good time call
some lady of the dark night
'cause I won't put out.
It sings its last song,
its pure feathers nevermore
to feel the spring breeze.
The leaves are blushing,
the dew's cold. World balancing
'tween summer and fall.
But does it not seem as if one of the poets isn't playing the same game the others are?
