Poem inspired from more raw words preying
on som men's "biggest fear..."

A SICILIAN WEDDING

Sir Clarence Raleigh, kindly accepts, revolts……
Yes, accepts the Sicilian marriage of his son,
Thomas Raleigh 11,
to Angelina Constantia Provolona,
in the Godforsaken little Province in France,
where the Parisians,
and the Sicilians,
can kiss my …..ass.

The media will hype this travesty as splashing royal news,
similar to the Kurds revolt against the British rule.

Wringing his hands in exhaustive thought,
his psych interwoven with rancid haunts,
was requisite to all his fears,
which he needed to subdue, the chatter,
clamor of his id,
cohered to traditions of a bygone year.

He needed to abolish the obsolete old, and welcome in the new.

This Sicilian marriage is abominable,
to our tradition and our name,
and an elephant in the nuptials,
is ridiculously insane.

Dam you, Thomas, my loving son,
just cohere to the familiar structure,
and abide to the Hebrew wedding laws,
“a Jew marries a Jew”.

Don’t give me a dam licking,
for past injustices you’ve received from me.

This travesty will soil and tarnish,
the bond I have with you.

It will not last, this mockery, a Sicilian wedded to a Jew.

Scoping the room with blurry sight,
to a cistern on the mantle,
dabs his fingers into it’s oil,
splashing it onto his skin,
as if to make a jester, or simply to placate.

He suspends his lamented heart,
to the regulators in his mind and considering all his options,
he ponders his own demise.

He proclaims this abominable occurrence has invaded his traditional,
somnolent mind.

This Sicilian Marriage,
a Sicilian to a Jew.