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hunger poem - PoetJoe H Gallagher

11/15/2012

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She’s eaten the starvation

Nutrient.
I dug in…grasping the flesh.
The fruit of the vine compensates for the losses of the Spring.
The soil’d encapsulated my fingernails…
& the plant grew from starved earth, my cuts were like root hairs.
Just like the oiled vegetation I’d braised with flavours & baked,
the porousity saturated the essence in radiant heat.
Sporadically
I picked the wild berries & enjoyed the taste.
I topped them w/a crumble of rolled oats, black walnuts &almonds, toasted.
The combination made me reflect the comeraderie of the picnic-
the juices meld together, the vital essence gummed into being.
New zygotic plumage.
The culture of the earth we live in harvesting what we get.
If the thievery is halted, the entrails of the huntress shall be spilled in defense
when doe season’s upon us. 
The foliage falls. Snowflakes on the lawn.
Her spirit is voracious
I dig in.
…the bowstring In hand, my reflection is an arrow.

~
PoetJoe H Gallagher, 2012

3 Comments
Juliet Cook link
11/20/2012 08:58:11 am

Every well written poem has multiple meanings - and every unique reader has her own interpretation of each poem's meaning, of course. I interpreted this one as being connected to male human consumption of various female bodies - as in connecting with the temporary taste sensation of the latest womanly body form - and digging and diving deep in to those nutrient rich innards, until the latest edition becomes mere detritus to him - and so he moves on to the next cunt hunt - with his zygotic trigger aimed between her thighs or at her heart - either way, he's gonna shoot that load.

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Juliet Bloop link
11/20/2012 09:05:40 am

(But my brain's somewhat warped. Maybe he was just talking about garden-ing and getting ready to shoot down the latest bucking deer.)

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enrique
11/26/2012 01:02:41 pm

I thought gardening was my job! but I like the way you think woman! :)

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