UpfeedA Poem by Taxidermy 101
Tools that scrape, gouge, and drill
uncover nothing but tendons and bone.
Some evangelist’s taxidermy
fills you up with precious stones.
Sacrifice the posture--
crack my body into poses
Like some window display imposter
mouthing holy to the shoppers.
Waiting under bridges while
And I don’t know what I wait for in words.
But I felt old,
about three days
Like a puddle left along deserted rails
from September’s only storm.
And I have no more words-to mouth or otherwise
Just these circling mantras
The lost ark
A solemn procession
The molting of sparrows.
Like crumpled clay
at the mercy of the spinning wheel
the realization of creation
at the standstill
Searching detritus for remnants of mystery
While my mind hums on like coughing machinery
----misinterpreting a junkyard.
© 2012 Taxidermy 101
Added on July 14, 2012
Last Updated on July 14, 2012
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