Bonyhags
This morning I read Bonyhad as Bonyhag
Impressed in bricks of a sandy time–worn floor
Now no lizard scuttles across its cracked terrain
The bony hags of farmyard hens have seen to that.
Where there was once iridescent scales of shining light
Bony feet and cruel beak pace and stab
These marauding hags in chicken form
Peer and kill any small thing within their reach
They chuckle proudly and boast along their roaming
We have their eggs and think they’re barnyard sweet
Yet I remind myself they know not what they do
But nowhere on this tourist lingering farm do
Lizard or geckos bask their brittle bones
Yes the geese cats and dogs have seen to that
And before them all the fowl, the bony footed hags.
© RM Meyer
Erdösmecske, Hungary, May 2025