His Brothers Knew
O. Kris Widmer
Idea: 2/19/2021 Printed: 2/22/2021
Required: Six Random Words from an Internet Generator
giants, noise, utter, stew, rock, throat
The stew was bubbling hot when he took it off the fire:
lentils, root vegetables and salt, with braised lamb.
The boy tied the lid down, then wrapped it all up in three woven fabrics,
Setting off on his feeding errand.
The noise of battle was abroad in the land,
and his brother’s swords made some of the clatter.
Their fears could be softened with some home cooking -
Mama’s jam, with some one grain bread.
The utterances; the “go to hell”‘s and hellos from the other side
Caused his eyes to narrow, his pulse to quicken;
He twirled the leather weapon in his belt with his middle finger.
“No one should be allowed to curse my God like that!”
The giants on the other side were dwarfed by their screaming leader.
He was undefeated and indefatigable. He screamed morning and evening.
The boy’s king, his brothers and all the rest just stood there,
Looking down at their boots and the thousands of smooth stones.
The rock that ended up in the boys hand was round and hefty,
The size of a unknown caliber of a future cannon shot.
The brothers knew how this was going to end,
For they had seen their brother’s lion tooth necklace and bearskin rug.
The throat that once bellowed was suddenly silenced.
His last words are not repeatable here.
The neck that once joined head to shoulders was severed.
The forehead indented with that rock.
The brothers knew how this was going to end.
The brothers knew…
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