with black tips. Sooty tern in place of heart,
pecking, pecking. The shell cracks; it seeps
bone meal. Furry poltergeists sip from
my marrow like maggots
working a wound, little sinners
to digest the dead flesh until
the fur bristles.
It looked like a suckling pig between the legs
again, but one of my holes was birthing
a whole peccary."
inside the poem Balut, inside my new poetry book, "Malformed Confetti", published by Crisis Chronicles Press, October 2018.
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