The Neck Job

“No art ever came out of not risking your neck.”
-Eudora Welty

Put your head right there on the chopping block if you please.
“But, sir,” the poet said. “I haven’t finished my poem yet.”
Did you really think you’d get a reprieve? Talk to the language police,
maybe they have the wrong guy; let’s see, no they know who you are.
Ok, let’s try this again, son: put you’re fucking head down on the block.
“But, sir,” insistent. “I’m just a small time fish in the circuit. Maybe
they thought I was someone else? Ask them again want you please.”
Ok, they tell me you’re the prick that wrote that scuzzy political tract?
“No, sir,” disgusted. “That wasn’t me! I protest…” Son, you protest to much!
Now get your ass on the block before I chain you down Mr. Tough.
“There’s been a tragic mistake, sir,” puzzled and clueless. “I’m a man…”
That’s no excuse, son. Now try it again. “Sir, let me finish, please?”
Ok, want a smoke, I got some cancer sticks right here. “No, sir, I just…”
Son, by now you should understand there is no justice for your kind. “But…

I just want to finish my poem before I lose my neck. Is that too much to ask?”

– Steven Craig Hickman ©2014 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.

I have Ryan Lanz to thank on this one. He was doing his Ten Quote Tuesday (#2) and I noticed the quote from Welty one of my favorite authoress’s. Her short stories are so subtle and strong, so much poetry and life in them, she’s like a world of light.

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