By Talon And Beak - Poem by Brian Arguello
When was it that came the faint charmer
That nuzzles itself on the back side of that creature that suckles from head to knee
On the dwarfed red sea?
No more a parasite on the flea
Below the collar of the mixed and matched mutt that hollers out in the midnight street;
That shit mongrel.
Deep within his chest throbs a heart
Not worth those blessed parts for copulation;
Not worth a scent or snicker.
Hollow man adorned with straw, built of wicker.
Only phallic and weak, to be perched on by talons
Like a bird - no need for parley -
Without a song to sing
Torn limb from limb by talon and beak.
Phallus and all
To the gravel, shreds of wicker fall
Without a word to speak
Limb form limb by talon and beak
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