Met a new family today—
Jason and Poppy—dad and mom.
Isaiah, four, excels at play,
While year-old Cyrus, calm as balm,
Watched everything attentively,
And Cousin Jordan lent his hands
To keep the party filled with glee.
The names, those tangled twisted strands,
Resonate historically.
The youngest, Cyrus, freed the Jews
(Thrashed Babylon), because he needs
Strategic buffers to defuse
Egypt’s aspirations—foretold
By Isaiah (that loud organ).
This to and fro-ing all unfolds
Right there on old river Jordan!
Which leaves Jason and Poppy—dad
And mom. Now, Jason’s tale’s too long,
Too bloody, too complex, too sad
To retell here. You’d best not wrong
Your wife as Jay did Medea,
Lest your fate mirror his tragic
Fall from grace—look it up and see
The price imposed by Dee’s magic!
Poppy’s a lovely flower—strong
And beautiful—the source of peace,
Addiction also. But no wrong
Ensues when poppy decreases
Pain medicinally. These names—
Rich with awe-filled myth, mystery—
Endow this family with claims
Embedded in fierce history.
(3/12/10)