October 01, 2006

Trickster

I can't pretend to understand
what strange passion compels
your lonely midnight vigils
near the ripe corpse
of a slaughtered hog.

Does hunger
(or curiosity)
lure coyote
to his death?

I can't pretend to understand
the trickster's glory;
but, on my ears I wear your gift--
ivory canines set in silver.
Perhaps their whispers will explain.

3 comments:

Cherie! said...

I didn't understand the need for this particular structure..quite unlike your other "jewelry" poem.

QAZSE said...

I espec. like the whispering in the ear.
The structure works for me.

Anonymous said...

rubbish