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Sheila Nevins | 11/13/2008 12:00 am

Voodoo Redux

Did you ever want a voodoo doll to stick pins in for revenge on an enemy? 
This subject did.

Voodoo Redux
An essay in verse


She was easily hurt
And wounded
But a novelty item
Her voodoo doll (with pins) kept her phony sweet demeanor
Intact in daylight.

At night with no one near
She would stick pins in various organs
Of those she deemed enemies.
The kidneys of Douglas
The liver of Adriana
The ear of Newton —
And then
She would sleep peacefully.

Slightly paranoid and never known as particularly kind,
Her evenings were busily spent alone
In revenge.
And only once did she prick her own finger
Bringing blood
Which she sucked up deliciously.
Vampire like.
Loving the taste — she would
Cause pain to various adversaries
That stood in her way unknowingly
As she was on her way to nowhere special.



One day
Returning to her bedroom chamber
Suddenly
An excruciating double-over pain
Took her.
Grasping her side
Gasping for breath
She called for help to
Her one remaining friend, Samantha,
Whom she had never stuck …
Yet.

Samantha rushed her
To Emergency
A room full of those more folded over than she
Taken last,
Finally her turn.

A million pricks later
And a million moments of look-see
The medical staff
Declared this afflicted patient
Free of any discernable illness.
Straightening her up
They presented her with a prescription that said,
Mysterious.
Released.
Agitated.
No remedy.


That night
Dozing
Relieved finally from excruciating pain
The patient looked at her voodoo doll
And noticed it trying to speak.
In Vodoun-ish,
Zedgfadghel, Srghalla, Feaalrakh
Then suddenly speaking in English with echo
It announced a premonition —
From the bottom of its ragdom,
"You are knownnnnnn!"
It then slumped into material silence,
Head bent.



The human perpetrator knew then,
That somewhere an enemy
(And there were many)
Had discovered her secret
And had pinned her to her doom.

In revenge
A tit for tat
A return serve
A slam-dunk
So in a rage — out of the park
She blamed her doll
Tossing it to the floor
Pins everywhere
Stuffing spread
Accusing the dead rag of talking to friends and giving up secrets
While realizing in her rage
That this voodoo behavior
Had to be stopped
Or
Else.

Read more about: Poetry, Revenge, Voodoo

23 Reader Comments (so far…) Sign In or Register to comment

Teena Hullum
Oh, yes; I’ve had a ‘george w bush’ voodoo doll for the past 8 years, but all the jabs into his head and heart [?] haven’t produced one bit of wish-craft! He has continued his ‘reign of error/terror’ until this day.
By Teena Hullum on 11/13/2008 1:00 pm
Rita T
Every time I go to New Orleans, I have to make myself go past the Voodoo Queen’s place and not go inside and get a reading and buy a little “sumthin’ sumthin” for an ex or two and one old girl friend from high school. LOL I always think if you go to the dark side, you might get stuck!
By Rita T on 11/13/2008 1:35 pm
Kryssi K
Agreed! Besides, I could never come up with revenge as perfect and powerful as one’s own Karma generated by the Universe.
By Kryssi K on 11/14/2008 4:38 am
Susan B
Everything you put out there, eventually makes its way back to you. I’ve witnessed and experienced proof of this over and over in the course of my life.
By Susan B on 11/13/2008 4:17 pm
Jennifer Dooley
I live where Voodoo Culture really is and close to …Terrry Town NOLA…I felt really bad during Katrina when their streets flooded with not only water but caskets and bodies where floating too! How frightening it must have been for these people. Still just makes me shake my head…
By Jennifer Dooley on 11/14/2008 7:11 pm
mg b
I don’t want to say I hold grudges, but I remember who has disappointed me or cannot be trusted. “Fool me once …” and so forth. My voodoo is all mental, though. Instead of trying to stick pins in others, however, I get motivated to better myself. It’s a good message, though – fight perceived slights with negativity and negativity is what you get in return. Sheila identifies her main character as petty and “on her way to nowhere special,” attacking people who don’t even know they pose a threat to her, classifying the voodoo and vengeance as the activity of the mediocre and insecure. If you are confident and qualified, no voodoo or cutting down other people is necessary; your skills will shine through and lead you to success.
By mg b on 11/19/2008 2:00 pm
z z*
Terrifyingly entertaining, Ms. Nevins’ Voodoo Redux breathes life into closeted fantasies of revenge. There is definite validity in getting what you give—certainly in my life there’s been. I learnt young that nasty things happen to nasty people and taking this into account, I’ve never been much for projecting negative energy—even towards my most loathed nemeses. I wish I could succumb to dark witchery, without fear of repercussion, but alack the light in me knows that all deeds have a price, good or evil, and none go without retribution. Following this belief, I am never surprised and always satisfied when baddies are met appropriately with their just desserts…and in time, they always are.
By z z* on 11/24/2008 5:24 pm