Saturday, November 21, 2009

The (silly) Goose


The Goose

Do you want to know why I am alive today?
I will tell you.
Early on, during the food-shortage,
Some of us were miraculously presented
Each with a goose that laid a golden egg.
Myself, I killed the cackling thing and I ate it.
Alas, many and many of the other recipients
Died of gold-dust poisoning.

Muriel Spark

Spark, Muriel. "The Goose." Good Poems for Hard Times. Ed. Garrison Keillor. NY: Penguin, 2005. 14.

2 comments:

Terri said...

I have the second edition of that book...love the poems and the humor!

Lauralew said...

I have this book and missed this poem. Thanks!