Russell Edson

(1935 - 2014 / Connecticut, United States)

On The Eating Of Mice - Poem by Russell Edson

A woman prepared a mouse for her husband's dinner,
roasting it with a blueberry in its mouth.

At table he uses a dentist's pick and a surgeon's scalpel,
bending over the tiny roastling with a jeweler's loupe . . .

Twenty years of this: curried mouse, garlic and butter
mouse, mouse sauteed in its own fur, Salisbury mouse,
mouse-in-the-trap, baked in the very trap that killed it,
mouse tartare, mouse poached in menstrual blood at the full
of the moon . . .

Twenty years of this, eating their way through the
mice . . . And yet, not to forget, each night, one less vermin
in the world . . .

Comments about On The Eating Of Mice by Russell Edson

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/4/2016 12:06:00 AM)

    In some part of India they do eat mouse....Nice poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams (2/3/2016 3:32:00 PM)

    Well, that certainly destroyed every last single desire to eat that I had, how about you? It has its humor but I just lost the desire to giggle for some reason. (Report) Reply

  • (2/8/2008 10:32:00 PM)

    plain jane living aint the thang, give me the vine, devine opine.set to nine, millimeter. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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