He suffered a shower of fecal rain
hurled in his green chalkboard season
by classmates who waged a campaign
against all evidence and reason.
“If your great-granny was a monkey,”
they howled, “you need do like apes do.
Put on a show. Dance for us. Get funky.
Let’s see a 6-step by a nerd caked in poo.”
He felt the stab of a cloth tail made
prehensile with twisted chicken wire.
It tore deeper and deeper as it swayed.
They stopped when he said he was a liar.
Their cruelty, he deemed on reflection,
was more proof of primate connection.
Chuck Von Nordheim lives near Dayton, Ohio. The Dayton area poets, Gary Pacernak and David Garrison, taught Chuck how to shape a line. Chuck’s poetry has also appeared in The High Coup Journal and The Scarlet Sound.