Political Animals

the hoof is on the other neck
the herd keeps worrying about thinning itself
bulls and bellwethers abound

the dogs have been put to sleep
careless owners having lost their ownership
their bones are scattered
across a shallow pan of sand
near the stream and next to the saltlick
where everyone must see them

it was supposed to be better
everyone understanding what it means
to graze grass and ruminate
the nip and tug of a young mouth at your dugs

still the cullers fall
by day by night and even
before the calves are weaned
those knife-fingered storks
hungry for what lies beneath
that buttery skin that sighs I love you
as it is sliced opened

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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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