Dead lizard! Dead lizard! the cry of a child a girl it muted by her distance from him across the church compound near the chapel 

her cry feigned fear  its undertone was bemusement Lookee Lookee disrespectful of the lizard

Awman  it hurts like hell to reanimate animalsthe bigger the animal the more severe the pain but this girl her assembling cadre these children  he could see they recognised at some base level their affluence and entitlement theirs and not otherstheir parents haughty expressions and disposition wash across their pale white faces  theyre possessed  they live well live in brick homes and fireplaces on ranches that sprawl for hundreds of acres to the foothills theyve never lived in townlived in apartments or townhomes they dress conspicuously perhaps even some of their teachersthe hired help envied their clothing and shoes and accoutrementsNothing but the best for our babies  the unspoke opposite  possibly  Your baby can suck dick

wealth is venal

                it moves at levels oblivious of those beneath it and make no mistake  those are beneath them the wealth he knew acted apart acted how someone who is fortunatewhos healthy and contends that someone who is unwell may have done something that made them unwell  their unwellness deserved 

a nice roost to crow from if you happen to be genetically inclinedif you have more than sufficient access to proper healthcare and nutrition  they were hardly inclined to think that perhaps an unwell person did nothing to bring it on themselves other than simply being born their illnessestheir deficiencies baked in the cake they were playing the cards they were dealt 

wealthy people might suppose Then you should have cheatedlooked at your cards and taken a better hand 

a small cadre of the extremely wealthy discuss the possibility of immortality

the hardpressed middle and lower income makers do not

Dead lizard! Dead lizard!

                             then  the young girl cut loose with a bloodcurdling scream the emaciated lizard she poked with a stick rolled onto its bellysuddenly swelling with life and vitalityits bluebelly pulsating electricblue  it launched itself at its tormentorsnapped its jaws on a fingerleapt from her finger to the bodice of her pretty dress and scurried up itscratched her throatsnapped at her lipsscratched at her eyesscurried into her hair and rode her like she was a mindless bucking bronco until she caught her toetripped on a gnarled root of a majestic live oak onto her face 

the lizard dismounted and scurried under a blossoming rosemary hedge

the gathered children stood motionless

then inevitably someone giggled at her misfortuneinevitably other children followed in kind

she laid still  sobbing

he stood on the dirt shoulder of the road outside the compound his hands crossed at his wrists over his chest cringing  quietly grunting groaning

it hurt like a muthafucker

                          but the girls terrorher sobbing the childrens unfortunate laughteryet too ignorant to realise that eventually it might be their own were the topical balm that helped soothe him                                                                                                                                   

dead lizard text to myself Twosday afternoon,  15  5. 18

1519,  Reggae Friday,  18  5. 18