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Taxidermy Poem 1

07.30.11 Posted in today's words by

SJ Fowler (1983) has had poetry published in more than 70 journals and magazines and is the author of 2 collections: Fights (Veer Books 2011) and Red Museum (Knives Forks & Spoon Press 2011). He is a member of the Writers forum poetry group and an employee of the British Museum. He edits the Maintenant interview series for 3am magazine introducing contemporary European poets. Visit his web site. This poem is part of a collection forthcoming in 2012.

Taxidermy Poem 1
By SJ Fowler

(Regalecus glesne)

How easily life loses in a day what many years
of toil and pain amassed.

No one listens to Petrarch
for it is summer
when ears are pricked
& pierced, and lugs are conjoined

rugged with the shared organs
everything between is kidney shaped like the dapple of oar
squeaking peace each time it hits the water.

{this is an Oarfish}

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