two animal poems

Strange How Feasting Crocodiles

Strange how feasting crocodiles
Make the blood rise
Not so much for dinner
Or even mating
But surely for fighting

Churning muddy waters
Ancient beast and ancient teeth
Shred the thirsty buck I watch
Knowing the end is nature’s way

We are the assassins of the world
From slaughter houses to dip nets
From laying hens to veggies

How sweet and soft our killing is
Any churning and slashing done
Neatly out of sight

Leaving steaks and piles of peas
To cook and the husks of both
Broken to be eaten

 

Pug Sings an Old Song

The little pug sits on the couch
And sings and old Hymn
About how all dogs go heaven
Even the biters and chewers
And most of all the mouth breathers

Its his favorite song
He loves Jesus
Almost as much as he loves
Licking his privates

He looks at me
With his black bug eyes
Asking for some kind of endorsement
I offer applause

He and I are thinking the same thoughts
Only I know I will have to fix
Both of us breakfast
While he hums What a Friend We Have in Jesus
And I wonder how an atheist

Ended up with a Christian dog

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About anthonyuplandpoetwatkins

https://www.goodreads.com/AnthonyUplandpoetWatkins born in Jackson, The United States August 04, 1959 gender male website http://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?contributorI... genre Poetry, Historical Fiction influences James M. Lancaster, Brenda Black White, Gertrude Stein, William Carlos Williams, and Al Filreis member since March 2011 About this author edit data As one of the most public lives ever lived by a private citizen, there is little about me that isn't already available at Facebook or Shelfari and countless other places. Poet, writer, construction worker, salesman, truck driver, climber into the attics of total strangers, father and husband, and all around one of the luckiest men on the planet. My luck continued with a win in the June Goodreads Newsletter Contest! What an honor! http://anthonyuplandpoetwatkins.wordp... Additional Influences: Bob Dylan, William Faulkner, Barbara Kingsolver, Gloria Naylor, Eudora Welty
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2 Responses to two animal poems

  1. This poem, along with a few others, owes a debt of gratitude to Ruth and others at Poetry! on Goodreads.
    It originally looked like this:

    Strange how feasting crocodiles
    Make the blood rise
    Not so much for dinner
    Or even mating
    But surely for fighting

    Churning muddy waters
    Ancient beast and ancient teeth
    Shred the thirsty buck
    I watch in thrilled horror
    Knowing the end is nature’s way

    And wondering at
    How much of our own violence
    Is as natural as this slaughter

    Knowing of where we came
    How is it the we do not kill everyday
    Then I realize we do

    Like the mighty reptile
    Who occasionally kills another croc
    But mostly eats birds, mammals and fish

    We are the assasins of the world
    From slaughter houses to dip nets
    From laying hens to veggies

    How sweet and soft our killing is
    Any churning and slashing done
    Neatly out of sight

    Leaving steaks and piles of peas
    To cook and the husks of both
    Broken to be eaten
    By scavengers great and small

    Strange how feasting crocodiles
    Remind me more of myself

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