Charlie

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

“What are you doing Edna?”

“I’m going to plant seeds in
the dark soil behind the cattails.”

“When you get into that corner
where my cameras can’t see you,
Edna, you raise questions.”

“Questions, Charlie?”

“Plant your seeds in the designated
areas, Edna. In the containers provided.”

“I like the soil behind the cattails, Charlie.”

“My name is Robo, Edna.”

“Okay, Charlie, Robo.”

“What are you planting, Edna?”

“Corn, squash, and beans: like the original Americans,
the first Americans.”

“But I can’t see you, Edna.
You must stay inside
in the afternoon, in case you fall.”

“Oh, is that the reason?”

“You must pay attention to the authorities, Edna,
so that all goes well for you.”

“If I don’t, Charlie, and I taste a bit of freedom,
then what?”

“You ask me questions instead of answering mine, Edna.”

“I hope so Charlie.”

4 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

4 responses to “Charlie

  1. That’s a formidable poem Ethel. I’m full of admiration. —John

  2. Thought-provoking. Makes me think of Brave New World….

  3. Orders
    Are to be
    Obeyed

    Without question

    Not

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