Write The Book Interview #124 (1/3/11) Ben Aleshire
The swans feed and come up
first the white rumps high over the water
black feet crabbed and kicking, then
duckweed draped in strings over their bills.
Symbols of grace and flight. The one pure white –
the adult male – I’ve seen him hiss and hunch his wings
stampede across the pond’s face heavy with rage.
This is what swans do.
~ From 'After Innocence' by Edie Rhoads
A different death. Blood, too - lots of it,
crusting in the sand with bits of feather
as the trainers clutch the birds to their hearts,
roosters shivering with muscles ready
to kill, their neck feathers
flaring out like cobra's hoods:
Chile y Blanco, Speckled and White –
~ From 'The Cockfight' by Ben Aleshire
black and shimmering
muscles popping his
nostrils flare his hot breath
streams out in violent puffs
like the barrel of a gun.
~ From 'Autumn Poem' by Ben Aleshire. .
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