Black Petals Issue #102, Winter, 2023

Editor's Page
BP Artists and Illustrators
Mars-News, Views and Commentary
Betterment Day: Fiction by Malik Mandeville
Bridget Magnus: Fiction by Dean Patrick
Cemetery Road: Fiction by Richard Brown
I Quit: Fiction by Michael Stoll
Ivory Tower: Fiction by Aron Reinhold
Letter from a Poison Pen Pal: Fiction by Hillary Lyon
Neck of the Woods: Fiction by Harris Coverley
No Angels: Fiction by Kilmo
It's A Dry Heat: Fiction by Roy Dorman
Requited Love: Fiction by Travis Mushanski
Stuck in Transit: Fiction by Michael Woods
Cold Yearning: Flash Fiction by Kat Sandefer
I Married a Zombie: Flash Fiction by M. L. Fortier
Snack Time: Flash Fiction by Zvi A. Sesling
The Boy Who Loved Bolt: Flash Fiction by Ron Capshaw
The Cutting Room: Flash Fiction by Karen Schauber
Dirty Blue Bandana: Flash Fiction by Cindy Rosmus
Bidee Bodee, Bidee Beaux: Poem by Thomas Fischer
Blood of Whitechapel: Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Rotten to the Core: Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Seque into Shadows: Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Sensitivity to Light: Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Boo Hag: Poem by Richard Stevenson
Paranormal Parasites: Poem by Richard Stevenson
Huggin Molly: Poem by Richard Stevenson
In the Morgue of Memory: Poem by Hillary Lyon
Unexpected Culinary Opportunity: Poem by Daniel G. Snethen
OI (Oo-ee): Poem by Daniel G. Snethen
Plant Eater Gone Carnivorous: Poem by Daniel G. Snethen
They Shouldn't Be There: Poem by Daniel G. Snethen
The Needle Spins: Poem by Rp Verlaine
Cold: Poem by Rp Verlaine
The Sleepwalker: Poem by Rp Verlaine

Daniel G. Snethen: OI (Oo-ee)

OI (Oh-ee)

Daniel G. Snethen

An eclectic chowder

of academes stood

like judgmental whoremongers

at the edge of the world.


Intently they watched

as the wizened one

approached from the hinterland

pulling a travois behind.


The last Indigenous man

of the world lay upon it.


The grey-bearded loon said,

“This is OI and he needs brain surgery.

I can do the operation

I have performed it

many times successfully.”


“Of course someone else

might be able to operate,

but it is difficult and arduous.

We must decide who

shall pick up the scalpel.

I am willing and charge nothing.”


One of the academes,

a graduate

of Gold Nugget University

said, “I would like to try.”


Another, a big bag of wind

from the center of the continent

said, “Let her try,

he is only indigenous.”


The nun was uneasy,

but said nothing

in her complacency.


The great-great-great granddaughter

of George Armstrong Custer

said, “Yes let her operate,

but first, let us schedule

lunch; I’m hungry.”


“Then it is all settled,” said the Cardinal,

“She carves after lunch.”


The grey-bearded, wizened one

stripped of all his clothing.


Walked barefoot and backwards,

Heyoka-like toward whence he had come,

carefully stepping full-weight upon

serpent, cactus and scorpion.


It brought him much grief

and suffering and joy.

It helped him forget the

last Indigenous man on Earth.


To the whoremongers’ surprise,

OI died a lobotomized man.

Daniel G. Snethen is a poet residing in South Dakota. He enjoys reading and writing poems which are dark and bizarre. Snethen's favorite piece of literature is Samuel Taylor Coleridge's Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner. Daniel makes his living by teaching indigenous students on the Pine Ridge Reservation. Snethen holds an M.S. degree in Zoology. Google his name if you are interested in reading more about him.