Attack From The Rear
From my mid-teens
If something insulted my sensibilities
Anything – in any context – any medium -
My immediate reaction
With an indignant puff was:
HOLY HOT HANNIBALEM!
Which ejaculation -
Always so satisfying flying past my teeth
My tongue relishing alliteration -
Allowed my brain to catch up with my mouth
Levelling the field
For better appreciation
Of a viewpoint
Alternative to my own.
Whatever it takes, I always thought,
That is not mutually destructive.
An inane volley of dopey words.
People looked as though
I had socked them a good one
Or fired bullets past their ears.
Which always made me laugh
Quite dissolving tension.
They certainly looked surprised:
What a weird reaction!
Most saw the 'silly'.
I was laughing at myself!
And ergo, of course, the situation.
Not too different maybe
From guerilla warfare
In a convoluted kind of way:
Attack from the rear
With an element of surprise
And rout the enemy
Not necessarily annihilating them.
Well, it's worth a thought, en't it?
So I studied Latin!
What's the big deal?
I loved it!
It's that Celtic 'thing' again
Rearing its head with a sneaky wink
Because tomorrow's 'Paddy's Day!'
Aw – shucks!
Cynthia Buell Thomas, March 16, 2019