SAVED -Marmika Paskiewicz
Two Jehovah’s witnesses –
a young woman &
an older man -
stop at my house this morning.
and an invitation to wake up
thinking happy, positive thoughts.
But when they enter my gate
the man spies the Buddha under the apple tree
with a dead bird on his lap.
I rescued the screaming bird
from the cat last night;
chased the cat with a broom
I must have looked like a nursery rhyme
Like the butcher’s wife
chasing blind mice.
I placed the bird outside in the vinca, where it died,
released from cat torture, but
I see two more women across the street
knocking on doors. Part of the same family.
They always wear skirts;
and a cross around the neck, stockings
to bring their message;
I wonder if they come from 1954.
Or maybe they are not Jehovah’s Witnesses at all;
Maybe they are casing the neighborhood
Maybe they are jewel thieves
or collectors of electronics.
Why come on a Tuesday morning when people are at work?
To see who’s in and who’s out?
Who will they find? an old person;
someone who works a night shift and wants to sleep;
a mother at home with a baby?
I see them from my window.
promise I will be nice to them,
though they are invaders.
The man who knocks eyes me suspiciously.
The woman hands me the invitation, sweetly.
They depart, quickly.
This is how rumors begin, I know,
rumors of sin,
I go outside
pick up the bird,
kneel in the garden
and dig a small grave
not far from a buried cat,
another wild friend.