Albert Wendt

(1939 / Apia, Samoa.)

Flying-Fox - Poem by Albert Wendt

More rat than bird,
more superstition than fox,
you hang from that banyan
branch like a deflated black
umbrella and, when you flap
through the sky across a waxen
moon and the dead rise up
to haunt me, you're more
real than Batman.

With your razor-sharp teeth
you eat the ripe mangoes
and pawpaw in my plantation;
but wait until I catch you:
I'm going to skin you, gut you,
roast you, and eat you.
I'll enjoy the eating because
I'll be chewing Batman,
Count Dracula, and all superstitions
about vampires.

Topic(s) of this poem: flying


Comments about Flying-Fox by Albert Wendt

  • Chinedu Dike (11/21/2015 8:21:00 PM)


    Beautiful train of thought, well articulated and elegantly penned with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (11/16/2015 11:21:00 AM)


    An interesting look at these large bats. Thanks, Albert (Report) Reply

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