Canada, (contemporary)
Analogy of a Poem Forming called Pig
- ‘Pig’
- I can be doing something better than this
- the vowels shoveled into the thoughts
- the sentences darting around like
- children at musical chairs
- the Poem is Forming from my wet
- raining day, muddy
- It keeps me like a heroin
- atheist task, barnyard task
- i try to finish the words
- I think what you think about
- rhymes
- I block myself at a thought that would have
- filled fat the
- subject trough
- I would rather try smoke rings
- (two circles within a circle)
- or play at ‘eat without hands’
- but it needs itself, recycling itself
- garbage
- It is coming towards me
- I must be the solids carpenter
- or these wooden words (fenced in)
- must meet themselves without me
- or worse I try to be its reader
- nails and slipping on two toes
- The farmer and I hammer away at each other
- nothing comes from us
- victory or food
- the sleeping on sides
- the snotty crying
- the chains so
- delivered at the trucks curly tail gate
- I remember God, yours is the one that eats me.
- pig
- now that’s a word you throw at me with egg shells.
- and the poem is forged
- elsewhere
- and so it enters here
- as if no one else would have it
- in this sty.
- Pig
© Craig Green. Used with permission.
About the Poet
Craig D. Green, contemporary Canadian poet who treasures his privacy. [DES-7/13]