Taxidermy Supper Poem by M.J. Lemon
Taxidermy Supper
He drew his hands across my ribs
a gentle application
dry rub and a pour
of sour whiskey libation
herbs and a
handful of...
carnage hid the white
of my plate just right
pulled pork brisket
and the rack
leaving no room for greens
maybe a heart attack
while a culinary taxidermist
slaves in the kitchenette
breadcrumbs butter celery
the ducks cleaned and stuffed
(how else would they be?)
alight against
the light blue horizon on
the bathroom wall
mounted deer heads a quail
in the living room and dining hall
fall as if saying grace
Is this nature's call?
where every trace of flesh
from bone can fall
into a pool of biscuits and gravy
What? no fishing pole
or big mouth bass
death for life
at least I refused to order
that piece of sole
Everyone welcome
in this inviting place
yours is no soul to rend
but on this night every night
there's lots of space
perhaps it's the case
the tofu and veggie
burgers offend
a year and a half later, i can think of nothing better to say. i've read it again and still find, for me, kinks in the 'story'. bri ;) moving right along!
This culinary journey gives much food for thought; I had never look at food that way. Now, when I sit down for a meal, your provoking lines swirl in my head. It does not put me off, but it surely gives a new dimension to a meal.Thanks Mj
Thank you so much, Loke. Yes, I did intend this as food for the mind, the spirit, and even the will. Thanks again.
is there something wrong with heads on walls? my Mom is over our fireplace. Dad is over the garage door. after i'm President, i plan to have my head mounted and hung in the Oval Office....as a reminder. bri :)
Marshmallows and heads on walls! ? You made my day. You just made me think of The Most Dangerous Game. And I think I was, in a way, writing about the most dangerous game. Thanks for reading, Bri.
some favorite lines: where every trace of flesh from bone can fall into a pool of biscuits and gravy ...................ah! wonderful. and wash it down with a goblet of...............................................................bear's blood! ! ! Didn't God say to Men to have dominion over the Earth and multiply! ! ! yes, i think She did! ! I'm not so much into multiplying but i like the practice sessions. (to be continued) .................
Our life style and food habits have completely changed. We prefer roasted meat to veggies! Such food can easily trigger a heart attack! Animals are cruelly butchered and we mount deer heads and stuffed birds on the walls as a proud trophy! Your road trip and the supper at the restaurant must have been thrilling, I suppose! Great write with interesting details!
Thank you, Valsa. It was a memorable return home. I have not seen too many places like it, ever....You are so right about our food habits.
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He drew his hands across the ribs. The ducks cleaned and stuffed. Ecological balance should be brought up ahead with economic development. We shall not even think about horror in life's path. Experience gained in road trip is excellently and amazingly expressed in this poem...10