Orphanage Xmas grace

Introduction: Might future orphanages be more efficient and profitable? Overfeeding is sinful because it wastes food and reduces the Corporation's profits. Moreover, well-disciplined children make excellent warriors for God and the Corporation.

Despite our orphanage being a 'Christian' school, Xmas is equivalent to any other day. Caned into silence, we listen to our instructions for saying grace. Our Leader speaks loudly as he patrols the cafeteria. To punctuate his nearly-sober insights, he often smacks the closest tabletop with his bamboo cane. "He wants to forgive your sins. Yes, even yours!" (Smack!) "How he can ever forgive such a useless bunch of delinquents, I'll never know! While saying grace, don't forget to beg for forgiveness! He forgives, but also punishes." (Smack!) "He can punish you as surely as he did your liberal mothers; he sent them to hell for for dying after dropping such ugly little bastards." (Smack!)

He extends his arm, slowly turns, and somehow seems to point his cane at each of us. "As always, I'm watching and listening to make sure you pray earnestly" (Smack!) "Pray precisely, or else! (Smack!) If you want to miss your daily bread, just let me catch you not praying." (Smack!) "God bless you all. Merry Xmas! (Smack!) Enjoy your dinner."

Dinner? Stale bread and watery broth do not a dinner make! Each evening, our alcoholic Leader demands we pray before dinner. Listening to his mandatory instructions is worse than saying grace.

We pray to our drunken Leader's imaginary master. At out seniors' table, we eighth-grade boys focus on praying accurately only when he is close enough to hear our individual voices. Failing to notice him approaching, I decide to replace 'Father God' with 'farter cod.' He smacks his cane across my back so forcefully I nearly faint in agony.

Before I can either scream or cry, my anger overrides my wisdom. Forgetting I am smaller than my Leader, I rapidly stand, grab my chair, and then swing it in an upwards arc. Despite being drunk, our Leader steps back quickly enough to avoid my chair. His huge fist grabs my shirt just below my throat. Growling like the mad dog he is, he drags me into the air, straightens his arm, and shakes me violently for at least a minute. He finally drops me. I fear to stand.

He tries to speak in a stage whisper, but only achieves a nastier growl. "Well? Now what? Do you wish to try that again? Need I remind you that, as a Leader, I am authorized to kill you? Goddamn you! Stand and answer!"

I finally stand, at attention. "No sir!" I decide to develop a stronger will.

"Even if you dare to disrespect the Almighty, disrespecting me can be fatal. I have decided to not kill you -- this time. However, you will not eat dinner. You will stand by the door and watch the others eat."

He looks at the other boys to make sure they have been paying attention. He begins to smile as he forms an evil idea. "Not only will you miss supper, you'll also miss our Corporation's Xmas surprise, which is cake!" The boys cheer this announcement. Though most have never tasted cake, we all know it should be delicious. I wish I could have some. But I must stop wishing. I am determined to grow stronger and stay out of trouble with the Corporation.

As ordered, I stand by the door and watch the other boys fill their stomachs (at least partially). I ignore my rumbling stomach because I am determined to control my mind. The Leader watches me, hoping I will start to cry so he can use his cane again. Growing stronger, I simply stare back, unblinking.

After supper, a few boys start chanting, "Cake! Cake! Xmas cake!" Soon, most join in, "Xmas cake! Xmas cake!" The Leader shouts them down, "Xmas silence, you greedy pigs! You want cake? Well. I've decided you need to earn your cake." He walks over to me, turns me to face the wall, and then orders the other boys to form a line. "If you really want your cake, you must each hit him once with my cane, and then return to your seat. Hit as hard as you can, or no cake."

Fortunately, I am slightly bigger and stronger than most of the other boys. Each strike hurts, but without agony. I neither whimper nor cry. We are all too thin. We wonder why the Corporation doesn't feed us properly; we know it plans to sell most of us as soldiers.

After the boys return to their seats, the Leader orders me to face them. I stare at them defiantly. He asks, "Are you all ready for cake?" The boys start to cheer, but he stops them. "Well. You're not getting any!" (Smack! He resumes patrolling with his cane.) "I ordered you to hit hard, but you merely tapped him. You're no soldiers! You're only sissies!" (Smack!) "Need I sell you as scrap meat?" (Smack!) "Sit silently until I return." On his way out, he orders me to return to my seat.

My classmates glare at me. One whispers, "Thanks to you, we missed our cake!" I whisper back, "Idiot! There is no cake. If you want it, you need to open that Leader's skull because the cake exists only in his imagination." Suddenly, the Leader roars through the intercom, "I ordered you to remain silent until I return! I will then announce a real surprise. Pray for our Corporation! Merry Xmas! Oh, by the way, one more thing; threatening to open a Leader's skull is always fatal."

free verse: Reason for cat

Kitten jumps into my lap, nestles against my folded hands, and then purrs.
Is the cosmos forgiving me?

senryu: Life kills all

Introduction: Nietzsche, who died at only 55, said, "That which does not kill us makes us stronger." In my final years, I suggest a corollary: 'That which does not make us stronger kills us.'

Live while still able.
Old age is always fatal.
Death swings his sickle.

free verse: Managers give thanks for Black Friday

"Workers of the world, unite!" Retail corporations are increasingly exploiting their workers. If you have the opportunity to join a union, do so, and then fight on its side.

2014 Thanksgiving official announcement
Retail workers must report for work this Thanksgiving at 7:00 PM.
We managers have decided that Black Friday needs to start earlier.
Why postpone the toy riots that we can start Thursday evening?
Some of you ask whether we are paying bonuses for your extra hours.
Your bonuses will be keeping your jobs, provided you obey orders.
Happy Thanksgiving!

2015 Thanksgiving official announcement
Retail workers must report for work this Thanksgiving at 12:00 PM.
We managers have decided that Black Thursday needs to start earlier.
Why postpone the junk-­gift riots that we can start Thursday at noon?
Some of you ask whether we are paying overtime for your extra hours.
We must delay your pay due to the holiday, but you will get it, over time.
Happy Thanksgiving!

2016 Thanksgiving official announcement
Retail workers must report for work at 7:00 PM on the Wednesday before Black Thursday.
We managers have decided that Black Thursday needs to start earlier.
Why postpone the food and clothing riots that we can start Wednesday evening?
Some of you ask whether we are paying anything for your extra hours.
Our banks require us to withhold your pay; but we gladly give you our thanks.
Happy Black Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday!

2020 Black November official announcement
Retail slaves must report for work on October 15 at 4:00 AM.
We managers have decided that Black November needs to start earlier.
Why postpone the mass executions while they extend our arena profits?
Some of you ask whether we pardon anyone who refuses extra hours.
Our politicians require that we pardon no union organizers.
Happy Black October and November!

free verse: Birth and dying

Introduction: Life is the what we do between two processes, birth and dying.

Birth is not living.
Birth is the mystery that animates.
Living is temporary awareness.

Dying is not death. 
Dying is the mystery that kills.
Death is permanent sleep.

cinquain: God of war and mass extinction

Introduction: Take only peace to Mars, the Roman god of war.

On Mars,
if we get there,
let's promise, in advance,
to leave nuclear weapons here,
on Earth.

haiku: Wintry mix

Introduction: Through cold inconvenience, nature teaches patience to all its sentient beings.

Freezing rain near dawn.

All creatures must slow, else slip. 

Time to wait slowly.