Stephen Yenser Poems
|1.||Hija For Emerson's Birthday||11/13/2014|
|3.||Psalm On Sifnos||11/13/2014|
|4.||Petition On Santorini||11/13/2014|
|6.||Homecoming At Lammas||11/13/2014|
|7.||A Table Of Greene Fields||11/13/2014|
|9.||Selections From &Quot;Vertumnal&Quot;||1/20/2003|
Now LeRoy on the kill room floor
Was almost larger than life.
Mondays the green fatigues he wore
Had creases sharp as the knife
That was his very bread and butter,
And his face was hand-carved ebony.
For the days the new boy with the stutter
Stayed out of LeRoy's way.
Later that summer he learned to tell
(After LeRoy had his fun)
A skinned pizzle from a skinned tail
And not to grind the one
Into the dogfood mix he'd pour
In boxes, freeze in lots.
He'd scoop up cheeks, sweet and sour
As rotting apricots,
And fill each barrel ...