The Heel Hit His Back so Hard it Killed
All the Nerve Endings Where it Smashed
We played our games together. Some were mild
Like using rubber bands to shoot brothers
With paper ammunition. Some were wild,
Too wild at times. If we had our druthers,
We’d spice the games with naughtiness. We’d play
Monopoly on Sabbath afternoon
And make this holy by renaming, . . . say . . .
We’d call green houses mission clinics soon
To be replaced with red hotels each called
A mission hospital. One boy was cruel.
He took his stored up hatreds and then balled
Them up an acted like a Sabbath ghoul.
..He hurt one brother like a savage Sioux
….Who hit him back with well-thrown savage shoe.
~ Phillip Whidden