Saturday, April 07, 2007

A Poem from Aaron Belz

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
they say, and beast is in the mouth,
but they also say that if you think
you see a speck is your neighbor's eye,
there's probably a log in your own.
They also say not to look a gift horse
in the mouth nor to bite, with your mouth,
the hand that feeds you. Get the log out,
and while you're at it, get the beast out,
and then get the hand that feeds you
out from in between your teeth, they say.
But wouldn't it be better to get
the log out of your horse's mouth
before you feed it, even though leaving
it in there would all but guarantee
that it wouldn't bite you? Your horse
will die with that log in its mouth,
and you know it. Neighbor, you are
a cruel master, but I am a crueler one.