Fork
by Charles Simic
This strange thing must have crept
Right out of hell.
It resembles a bird’s foot
Worn around the cannibal’s neck.
As you hold it in your hand,
As you stab with it into a piece of meat,
It is possible to imagine the rest of the bird:
Its head which like your fist
Is large, bald, beakless, and blind.
2 comments:
I was thinking about posting this poem too.
Valerie, I've never read the one you posted--great poem. Thanks for stopping by.
PS I am wearing my EB pendant.
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