United States, (b. 1941)
Mirror for the Barnyard
- Nancy, the hogs don’t know us.
- We roar up in 100 yards of dust
- impressing an old hog that jams
- his snout against an ass
- which squeals a 300-pound pink noise
- and doesn’t realize we mate without a sound.
- I have a horn and you own a purse.
- But the chickens don’t understand this.
- They’re snotty and uptight about strutting
- perfectly over their food
- just waiting for the first weird move
- to uncover the homosexual in their midst.
- Our neighbors sweat over the same things.
- But the boredom of the cows
- when the land at last opened up
- its heart to us enlightened me.
- I knew that leisure, loss of the hands
- and lack of any definite commitment to serve
- or conquer others was the only difference between us.
About the Poet:
Jack Elliot Myers, United States, (b. 1941) is a poet, educator, reviewer and anthologist. Has taught Creative Writing, English and MFA programs at Southern Methodist University and Vermont College.
Myers has published numerous poetry collections, edited several poetry anthologies and provided numerous reviews as well as his own poetry to a wide range of quarterlies, journals and magazines.
Myers has also been the Distinguished Poet-in-Residence at Wichita State Univ., Distinguished Visiting Writer at the University of Idaho and Distinguished Writer-in-Residence Northeast Louisiana Univ. [DES-11/19]