G. Louis Heath – 2 poems

Murder by Bat


A horseshoe bat murdered my son, straight-out

Whacked him in his grave, no doubt about it.


That damn bat gave a virus to the raccoon dog

That sniffed out a ferret badger that inflicted


The viral stigma on the palm civet my son bought

In Paul’s Pet Store downtown. It went deep into


Gary, Jr.’s lungs, tripped up his immune system.

I have got to hand it to the scientific articles I read


In my obsessive-compulsive mourning. I learned

A pandemic is not simply academic. The bat to


Civet chain launched a weapon of mutation on bat

Wings that a cuddly pet civet brought into our home.




Roman Wild Ass


I’m here to tell you there’s an ancient

Roman siege machine, the Wild Ass,

Kin to the trebuchet and ballista. I


Found it referenced in a scholarly

Footnote, simply “the Wild Ass,”

Off the black and white, right in my


Eye, bango. I Googled Wild Ass (Do

Not try this at home): technical Latin

Term, onager. Eight soldiers operated


To hurl rocks at fortress walls. Smaller

Than the catapult, easier to build than

Two-armed ballista. I learned and saw


Much in my pursuit of the Wild Ass. It’s

Indeed shocking what serious scholarly

Inquiry can unveil. I mean really unveil.





   G. Louis Heath, Ph.D., Berkeley, 1969, is Emeritus Professor, Ashford University, Clinton, Iowa. He enjoys reading his poems at open mics. He has published poems in a wide array of journals. His books include Leaves Of Maple and Long Dark River Casino.

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