{"id":4651,"date":"2016-10-22T19:58:57","date_gmt":"2016-10-23T00:58:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jaredmcdaris.com\/?p=4651"},"modified":"2016-10-22T22:33:29","modified_gmt":"2016-10-23T03:33:29","slug":"robert-listons-snickety-snack","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.jaredmcdaris.com\/?p=4651","title":{"rendered":"Robert Liston&#8217;s Snickety Snack"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_4634\" style=\"width: 236px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-4634\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-4634\" src=\"http:\/\/www.jaredmcdaris.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Robert_Liston-226x300.jpg\" alt=\"Robert Liston. Photo by Hill &amp; Adams, c. 1845\" width=\"226\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.jaredmcdaris.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Robert_Liston-226x300.jpg 226w, http:\/\/www.jaredmcdaris.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Robert_Liston.jpg 392w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 226px) 100vw, 226px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-4634\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Robert Liston. Photo by Hill &amp; Adams, c. 1845<\/p><\/div>\n<p>ROBERT LISTON&#8217;S SNICKETY SNACK, my first micro-epic poem, was debuted at Living Room Vauntgardia&#8217;s Vaunted House on October 21, 2016.<\/p>\n<p><strong><u>ROBERT LISTON\u2019S SNICKETY SNACK<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Rob Liston, my specialty\u2019s amputation.<br \/>\nI\u2019ve acquired a grandiose reputation.<br \/>\nYou lie down on your back,<br \/>\nAnd with snickety snack,<br \/>\nYou discover your leg\u2019s on vacation.<\/p>\n<p>Each pound of flesh, a nest,<br \/>\nA home to a\u2019 planet\u2019s worth<br \/>\nOf tiny, vicious, hungry\u2026 things;<br \/>\nInvading aliens, in your flesh,<br \/>\nThey bite, and eat, and swallow,<br \/>\nAnd out they shit your pound of flesh.<\/p>\n<p>Infection was the Devil of my Time,<br \/>\nAnd Time our great adversary.<br \/>\nMy smock, my frock, my trousers, locks,<br \/>\nAll spatter-gored, a sign of my success.<br \/>\nI, a\u2019 demon of speed, red, blooded, proved<br \/>\nUpon the field of vicious, hungry bites.<\/p>\n<p>We manly men, we gloried in our gore,<br \/>\nWe boasted of incaridined coats.<br \/>\nBy butchery saved we dozens, though often still<br \/>\nE\u2019en our admired appetites, our flash<br \/>\nCould not redeem from He our Savior that<br \/>\nLast ten percent: the tithe He took from Me:<\/p>\n<p>Rob Liston, my prayer is Amputation,<br \/>\nGod gave me a marvelous grand Vocation,<br \/>\nYou lie down on your back,<br \/>\nAnd with snickety snack,<br \/>\nYou pray that I\u2019ve said my Novations.<\/p>\n<p>I smiled as they held him down, frothing.<br \/>\n<em>Time Me, Gentlemen, Time Me<\/em>,<br \/>\nI cried with a West End wink,<br \/>\nAnd dove in to dine.<br \/>\nFast, Faster, fair enough to think<br \/>\nThat I\u2019d outdo myself, insatiable for slices.<\/p>\n<p><em>Time Me, Gentlemen, Time Me<\/em>,<br \/>\nA flurry of ferrum, but then I seized<br \/>\nThat green and fateful saw<br \/>\nThat sharp-toothed maw.<\/p>\n<p>He screamed, he writhed, I grinned<br \/>\nA barb\u2019rous grin: Scratch, Bite, Rip,<br \/>\nMy jaws of life bit into him,<br \/>\nTo break him, to save him,<br \/>\nPerhaps\u2026 to kill him.<\/p>\n<p>Rob Liston, my drug, she is Amputation.<br \/>\nAddicted? I\u2019ll make no Protestations.<br \/>\nYou\u2019re held down on your back,<br \/>\nAnd with snickety snack,<br \/>\nYou may die from my Ingestation.<\/p>\n<p>Oh, he is fighting, Oh he is roaring,<br \/>\nAnd so roars God,<br \/>\nAnd so roars Death,<br \/>\nBut so roar I,<br \/>\nMy metal jaws are stronger than them all.<br \/>\nI Scratch, Bite, Rip,<br \/>\nThey hold him down,<br \/>\nI Bite, I Rip,<br \/>\nThey hold him down,<br \/>\nI Bite, Bite, Bite,<br \/>\nThey hold, hold, hold,<br \/>\nI Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrip!!!!!<\/p>\n<p>Gouts! Of red Victory explode!<br \/>\nDangling Failure tumbles to a barrel<br \/>\nAnd Plop. Plup. Plip.<br \/>\n&#8212;-<br \/>\nPoor Richard\u2019s fingers fall upon the floor.<br \/>\nOld Doctor Desmond\u2019s fallen on the floor.<br \/>\nI bit his coat, not him, but tell his old Heart that.<br \/>\nOld coat, poor hand, sick leg;<br \/>\nI bit them all.<\/p>\n<p>A pound of flesh, a nest,<br \/>\nEach home to a\u2019 planet\u2019s worth<br \/>\nOf tiny, vicious, hungry\u2026 things;<br \/>\nInvading angels that hate we mortal men.<br \/>\nTheir holy light turns the stump to shit,<br \/>\nTheir holy love the hand to shit,<br \/>\nTheir holy song the heart to shit,<br \/>\nAnd my tithe\u2019s three-hundred percent.<\/p>\n<p>Rob Liston\u2026 Slice.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_4655\" style=\"width: 280px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-4655\" class=\"wp-image-4655 size-full\" src=\"http:\/\/www.jaredmcdaris.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/snickety-snack.jpg\" alt=\"snickety-snack\" width=\"270\" height=\"280\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-4655\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Living Room Vauntguardia, Oct 2016<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>ROBERT LISTON&#8217;S SNICKETY SNACK, my first micro-epic poem, was debuted at Living Room Vauntgardia&#8217;s Vaunted House on October 21, 2016. ROBERT LISTON\u2019S SNICKETY SNACK Rob Liston, my specialty\u2019s amputation. I\u2019ve acquired a grandiose reputation. 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