After school, in the yard playing marbles one day
When a great hue and cry disrupted our play,
When we arose to see what had caused such disarray,
One of the bigger boys shouted
“Run, the Bull get away!”.
Now earlier in class we had learned of stampedes
But seeing it live was something else indeed,
A whole host of pickneys running like steeds
With a Black Bull behind them fast as windspeed.
Before we could pick up our marbles and run
The host was upon us like bullets from a gun.
Their infectious panic splayed us as the Sun
To the point where none of us knew where to tun.
Being smarter than most I climbed up a tree
But when thirty more followed who were smart as me
The tree limbs started buckling
As would wounded knees
And when they popped “POW!”
We bawled “Mercy, Lord please!”
I fell from the tree with a terrified heart
Then adrenaline chipped in for a running kickstart
As my feet hit the ground my brain made the chart
Of the route that would be
my escape from wrath.
But the Bull too was achased by a group of armed men
And a slight turnaround made him the chaser again.
It truly was a sight, a comedic event,
The chaser became chasee
Thru schoolyard, end to end.
With all of this running,
The Bull, out of steam
Was cornered and roped
Using various means,
But when dragged to the road
Its strength was redeemed
By the storm that he kicked up,
His legend esteemed.
But all the men gathered
Were fit for the battle
And would not be outdone
No Sir, not by cattle.
So as much as he stomped
And snorted and grappled
The Bull could not break
Or shake from his shackle.
Still, the men wary of the strength of the bull,
Knew the trip to the slaughterhouse could be eventful.
So he was dragged to a tree
Despite his push & pull
To be shorn like a sheep
And removed of his wool.
Now the tree that they chose
Was in front of my house,
Beside the Boys’ School, next to the Cub Scouts;
As the children gathered round with laughters and shouts
The Butcher arrived primed
To show off his clout.
“Get your ass in this yard!”
My Granny called out
As people arrived from all wheres about,
I did as she ordered and went without pout
Cause her bite was much harder
than the barks from her mouth.
So the Butcher lined up to sever the head
Of the Black raging beast from whom all had fled,
The machete swung up, then down,
First shiny, then red
The Bull stood there calmly
Even as he bled.
Then without warning
The beast, minus his noggin
Tempested a new storm
On all who stood bragging,
Its headless body implanted a flogging
On all that were close and all who were lagging.
The confines of my yard
To all now seemed safe
So they took to the fences
Though skin it did chafe
Some were too slow for the chaotic chase
So the Bull helped them over, albeit posthaste.
Now if all at my residence on that day had paid
All of my life’s suffering would have been waylaid
Packed to the rafters covering every grass blade
Some tattered, some torn
Some in need of first aid.
Bruised as they were, inside they all stayed
Til the Bull lost his footing in the war he had made.
Twas then they all ventured to ask how he had strayed
How had he gotten so far to perform this charade.
As the Butcher carved up this once magnificent beast,
The crowd dispersed steadily, glad for the peace.
And though some there planned to make him their feast
I just stood in awe
With knowledge increased.
And while some children laughed,
And some children cried,
Most adults breathed sighs,
Because no one had died.
A day all who lived it
Would recall with great pride
For the deeds that they’d done
Just to survive.