Corn

parasitic 

poached goats

are not for 

petting zoos

but that has never 

stopped them

before

and of course

there’s cream

in a little hollow

place tucked 

so very deep 

inside them

(almost like custard I’d wager)

 

they know 

all about

the lobster

and how she

prefers 

to lay her 

eggs in a 

tight cluster 

all grape-like 

on the

underside of the

algal frond 

 

where I dream

that we too 

might someday 

find cool shelter 

from the plastic bits

that rain down from 

the tortured sky 

the 3-D printers

that spit

out pink toes

and little 

baby corn

holders

Reviews

[DIVYA]

I stopped eating meat some time back so this hurt a bit, about those goats. The second para just blew me away with the imagery, very special and such an intimate view of an almost inaccessible part of nature. It would be sad if we were compelled to seek shelter in such reserved places and invite the contempt of the sensible, sea creatures. Another most delightful poem to read and think about.

[h d e rushin]

excellent metaphor. If I soak corn in water it becomes something totally different. Hominy then becomes the argument for why anything is ground down; Like love or it's aftermath, expectation. But you turned this from a study in ecology to a love poem the same way a drummer in a jazz combo turns a standard into the blues. That mystical dream homophony at the end only means that our human reasonings are always opposed to our inward fear(s) of long term commitment. My daughter use to play this game where the sky was upside down.... There's never any coming back from that. great poem....dana

[Ruth]

Breathtaking metaphor used here and the visuals are so powerful...there seems no shelter left anymore, nowhere to hide and ignore the world's demise...superb poetry :)

[SkinlessFrank]

Thanks Ruth.....well we can still find those deep ravines clothed in groves of tall hemlocks and if we look close enough, a chanterelle or two.

[Crowley]

Wow...this one had a very visceral feel to it and was chokes with oddest assortment of textures and visuals. The goat custard grossed me out a bit, my parents raised goats for a while and I learned to hate everything goat except for the little ones that climb all over everything. The last stanza is a nice thought, though I could use some of those baby corn holders. Loved this!

[Beccy]

It's been a long time since shelter was put on the menu. We haven't even decided on the starter's yet, so not much chance of dessert, (just or otherwise,) is there. :))

Nice to dream though.

Beccy.