Showing posts with label predators. Show all posts
Showing posts with label predators. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Tuesday Poem: previously appeared in The Syracuse Record in 2003


Ode to the Moon Snail

Unlikely predator!
In that gleaming whorled shell,
its spiraled white 
setting tide pools alight,
agleam. O dance.
O trance of hungry 
chalky nebula!

O languorous taster,
with full and flexible 
tongue extended 
in a sensual 
narrowing gyre.
O unsuspecting quahog
stuck in sea bed mire!

What salty tide is this 
that turns seduction fierce 
enough to mount and pierce 
such horny shell ?

How does such glistening 
undulant meat
harden into drill bit ?

Purity of clammy 
darkness, suddenly 
inhabited by two.
What's a clam to do?

Ravished by the moon itself.
O secret wooings!
Delicious liquefaction!

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Tuesday Poem: Previously published in lingerings (online) in 1999


Hog Barn at the State Fair         
  
The next pig out of the chute
is mottled black over pink,
delicately etched, so it looks
like she’s wearing lace.

And she’s running as fast as she can
around the ring, trying to get away
from the man who wants to show her,
so he hits her harder and harder,
with the stick he's supposed to be using
to guide her toward the judges
who want to take a really good look
at the fruits of his husbandry.

Watch her shoot like a bullet on pointy legs,
wounding the audience, and the man too,
now red-faced, huffing after her, his stick
landing hard on her back. The crack of it
like thunder, making us cringe.

I want to squeal when he hits her.
But then someone nearby, whose favorite
food, like my father’s, is big thick pork chops,
might blow his stack. After all she has
too much mind of her own, that pig,
she lacks discipline -- she didn't turn 
when he tapped her gently, did she? 
No, she went the opposite way,
perverse little twit. She asked for it
by slobbering on his pants leg.

Sweet Jesus, when she’s back in the pen,
the applause is a cloudburst that tries to
wash everything clean. Give that man
a ribbon! Make it black and blue!
Quick as the wind, get the next pair
out and running around the ring!