Friday, December 5, 2008

A Catalog of Sins (Western Canon)


Anger
My toenail,
Blackened when I kicked the floor
Seven weeks ago,
Drops off

Pride
I cannot have lost
You are not even rated…
I have earned my ‘C’!

Greed
A tangled pile
Of gold, bronze, silver, ribbons…
I try not to look

Envy
You fence so well against
The one who conquered me!
Outside, I cheer. Inside, I burn.

Lust
As the night winds down
All the lovely torsos bared
Uniforms are shed

Sloth
Easy touches are
Like icing in the bowl. Must
I eat my veggies?

Gluttony
It was too much fun!
I fenced late into the night
Now my foot rebels

1 comment:

  1. I want this poem on a T-shirt! Or maybe just engraved on my psyche. Is there an answer in the seven virtues?

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