Heather McHugh

(20 August 1948 / San Diego, California)

No Sex For Priests - Poem by Heather McHugh

The horse in harness suffers;
he's not feeling up to snuff.
The feeler's sensate but the cook
pronounces lobsters tough.
The chain's too short: The dog's at pains
to reach a sheaf of shade. One half a squirrel's whirling there
upon the interstate. That rough around
the monkey's eye is cancer. Only God's
impervious—he's deaf and blind. But he's
not dumb: to answer for it all, his spokesmen
aren't allowed to come.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 24, 2012

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