Poem: FootFoot Has Been Touched by God

This was a poem I wrote about 20 years ago about one of my guinea pigs, who in her later life suffered from seizures and hind-end paralysis.  It was first thought that she had epilepsy (after her necropsy, the cause was changed to cirrhosis).  Anyway, even though this isn't about a dog, I think it fits in with this blog.

The photo from the early 1990s shows, from left to right, Gweeker (silver agouti and white), Cocaine (black with white stripe up the nose), Peanut (brown, tan and white) and FootFoot (black.)  I consider my dogs to be great pig guinea pigs, but I do miss living with actual guinea pigs.

And, yes, my guinea pigs were better than God.




FootFoot Has Been Touched By God

You see, FootFoot the guinea pig has epilepsy
In ancient times she'd have a career in prophecy
For then those with fits
had been as seen as having been touched by God a bit

This thunderstorm of the brain
the seizures pouring down like rain
proves nothing can be the same
after the touch of God

The ancients knew that God can drive you crazy
Making a hurricane in your brain
And so Foot Foot lies on her back, thrashing
telling God to go away
and leave her alone
to nibble hay