Herald Of A New Day

Herald Of A New Day short poem

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The crackle of the fire has deadened
red worms hidden deep in the heart of ash,
to hear it you’d have to get your face close
like a dog preparing to sniff another dog’s ass.

The sleeping animals never dream of slaughter
just food and endless safe meadows
mating and family scenes where the terrible
blunt hooves of mankind keep to the horizon.

The rooster is up early to puff up his feathers –
it surveys the yard and inspects the ash heap
that once was a bonfire and smells the sour tang
of melted plastic and kicks at hot screws in the dust.

The gates are open and the farmhouse is dark –
the rooster walks into the kitchen and shakes water
off his feet then walks into the warm empty dark
until sleeping electricity and man-stink drives him away

There is a tinge of silver at one edge of the world
while the moon has just about reached the other.
the rooster rakes its spurs through the cool dust
understanding no hands will steal the hen-fruit today.

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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