When One Must Go

My first little contribution to verse is something I call A BrachyOde. Brachy being Greek for “short”. My thought here was that there are subjects so great of import that they deserve the form of Ode, just a short one.

BrachyOde to a Commode I

Oh, little seat of sweet repose

recipient of my most passionate throes

praise be these are not pioneer times

and seventy paces in arctic climes

BrachyOde to a Commode II

Oh, heavenly seat of night’s before

you rise a thousand feet from the floor

I lay staring up from plentiful libation

it seems…installing indoor irrigation

BrachyOde to a Commode III

Oh porcelain, you and you alone are privvy

to the wondrous danse-macabre sans skivvies

the squats and leaps that beg release

the tears of joy when the music’s cease.

Max Stadnyk