Jarbean Poem: Gangrenous Finger

Do you like poetry? Try this one on for size:

GANGRENOUS FINGER - By Jarbean J. Garlthon
In the foxhole, I knelt head bowed
And said a departing prayer
The pall of death's encroaching shroud
The fetid cuticle

Amongst the dirt, grime, mould
My brow uncontroll`ed twitched
Accurs`ed ferret biting cold
Finger snitched

O injustice the inane beast!

By from his holiness Lord Jarbean J Garlthon VII, D.D.S. From his collection of poems: I Can't Believe It's Not Better, published by Giant Hamster Press

Truth be told Jarbean J. Garlthon is actually an alias (like you couldn't figure that out), a blending of various names from our family:

Jar-Jared
be-bethany
Gar -Garin
l - alicia
thon - jonathon

He came about due to some run-on poems and stories we were doing late at night at a family reunion some years back. We had such a blast we created a fictional persona for him.

This particular poem was created by Sean, Alicia, Jared, Garin, Isaac, and honorary member Jerry Naylor at the recent 2007 eLearning DevCon in SLC, Utah during dinner. Good times!

A Strange Dream

I had a decidedly odd dream last night...

A small town somewhere near the Texas and Louisiana border was nuked by the Russians for some reason, causing the once-dead cold war to go hot. We got involved in a huge conventional war with the Ruskies. The draft was reinstated and pretty much everyone in relatively good health, regardless of family status, was called up. I mean they were really scraping the barrel because both my wife and I were both drafted to different military branches leaving us to wonder what were were going to do with our three children. A very interesting dream.

I was interested in how it would have turned out.