Poetry
The Good Samaritan
“A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he fell into the hands of robbers. They stripped
him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. A priest happened to be going down
the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. So too, a Levite, when he
came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan, as he travelled, came
where the man was…”
so I was just minding my own business
walking down the road
following these two marks
I been eyeing for a while
not really feeling guilty even
though one of them is a priest
and knowing it’ll be an easy job
since they aren’t walking together
and as I watch them
they sidle to the other edge of the road
and I figure there might be a skunk
or some kind of roadkill
and now I see that its one of these
out-of-towners
and he’s already been doing a few rounds
with the pavement if you know what I mean
and since the others
are already too far ahead
and since he isn’t coming to any time soon
I might as well go through his pockets
and check
for loose change…
Rebecca Clifford
Rebecca Clifford holds a B.A. in English Literature and a certificate in Creative Writing. She is a member of Tower Poetry Society, The Ontario Poetry Society, and the Canadian Society of Children’s Authors, Illustrators and Performers. She has had works appear in Canadian, American, and British anthologies and e-zines. Five of her poems have been set to music by Canadian composers. Her writing runs the gamut from sonnets to caustic diatribe. Rebecca is supported in her endeavours by her partner and a cat of questionable parentage.