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Tom Trainor
COCOON
A FABLE
 
 
 
Rumors are rife / That
Hugo Hyde
Took his frail mother's
Life
That her death was no
Accident / No / That
He smothered his own mother
With her favorite feather
Pillow
Sole heir to her estate
Nor was that the worst of the
Gossip
He keeps weapons of mass destruction
Is a cult unto himself / Abnormal
For Hugo is under suspicion by the
Clearhaven neighborhood association
A man who should be tracked
His comings / His goings
How he lived with his mother / Just the
Two / In that tall brooding
Victorian
Encircled with a balustrade porch
Set back / Way back
In the woods /
And high up a turret / A light
Still flickers day and night / The room
Where Hugo's frail mother
Drew her last gasp
 
The floor down below dimly lit / As
Hugo Hyde sits / Surrounded by stacks of
The New York Times
Stacks piled high from floor to the
Ceiling / Room upon room
Narrow useless aisles Hugo can barely
Squeeze by
Delivered daily and Sundays but left
Unread / Except
For an occasional crossword puzzle
Near genius he's been described
Though strange if true / More likely
Perverse
He sits and he sits / Long nights
Alone
Never answers the phone
Mail gets slid through a slot in
The door
Pizzas too
Boxes of KC fried chicken / Along with
Icy cold cola by the case
Man's diet's restricted to
Bloat
Four / Five hundred pounds of it
More
Since his poor mother's demise
He has grown thrice in size
Can't fit up the stairs
Can't fit through the door / Stuck
There on the first floor
The neighbors / They wonder
What is it he's doing / Braced in an
Oversized leather lounger / Laptop
Set precariously on the lowest roll of
Distended intestine / Face
Bathed in a fiendish green glow
Hugo stares at the screen / Eyes
Dazed
Fingers fiddle the keyboard / Man's
Crazed
 
How is it the neighborhood
Knows so much about
Hugo Hyde
Their kids / They roam
On nightly security patrol
Creep
Along the balustrade porch
Peek
Into windows and watch
One with nappy hair
Another a slanty-eyed glare
A third red and fair
 
 
 
   
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