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Classical cockerel
In the morning din,
the cock had a harp and violin
played to an inquisitive hen-house end:
to go within.
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The Hollow (15)
touch-me-not
the invasive stiltgrass stops
just short of it
glasswort
jumpseed
enchanter’s nightshade
a distant rooster
that gurgle we dug
this pit to reach as kids
it’s still down there
wingstem
at the old dump site
the bumblebee’s long tongue
In the Year of the Rooster
This is not really Chinese zodiac
But born in a year of the rooster last century
I was fated to crow aloud to summon
The first morning glows above the
Rice-fields, pecking here and there
For a seed or a pebble bit close
To my grandma’s straw-roofed
Cottage, ready to put up a chicken fight
With my fleshy crown standing up straight
But never able to fly higher than a broken
Fence, since my body was winged
With more fat than feathers
Only after I died did I manage to travel afar
To an exotic land, when my naked being
Was minced and served for a minor course
In a recyclable plate as in this little poem