Michael Pruchnicki Poems
Once I lived in a village not far
from the thirty-eighth parallel
near Kaesong, in fact
The snow that February fell for days
blowing horizontally to the ground
hills and paddy fields filling with drifts
We lived, ten of us, in a hut
that smelled of kimchee and garlic
we huddled together on the warm floor
The sergeant in charge was from Chicago
a big-mouthed Irish guy from the South Side
he talked constantly about his gang back home
The North Koreans who ran the prison camp
grew to dislike the sergeant and our guys
we ate less and worked...
Colloquy Of Ravens
Two ravens looking down on the battlefield-
'Shall we pluck that lad's eyes? Bit of tripe, too? '
'Why not? Lad won't miss 'em! ' Eyelids peeled
and orbs swallowed in a trice! Lad lying askew
prompts the pair to nudge aside the shield
and go for hearts and lights, tearing through tissue,
bone and gristle to the lad's very core!
Bloody bills hacking chunks of gory meat,
until satiated, they rise - 'No more! '