SAVED by Marmika Paskiewicz

SAVED                                                -Marmika Paskiewicz
 
Two Jehovah’s witnesses –
a young woman &
an older man –
stop at my house this morning.
carrying Bibles,
other books,
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
still uncurable.
 
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,
of Satanism,
 
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.

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

3 thoughts on “SAVED by Marmika Paskiewicz

  1. I enjoyed this–liked the layers, especially in the final few lines. It was funny, when I first saw its title, my mind did one of those little flips and for a moment thought I was going to read about Miriam being “SAVED by Marmika Paskiewicz.” While this would have been interesting, I was pleased (instead) to encounter this thoughtful (provoking) poem.

  2. Excellent poem, Marmika! Love the dead bird on Buddha’s lap and the nursery rhyme vision. My neighbor once eyed my garden Buddha and asked if I was unaware that Christ died for my sins. Also have a friend who just converted to Jehova’s Witness, so this poem struck me on a lot of levels.

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