by Mickey J. Corrigan
The fields full of grazers
heavy hooved, fat with milk
stomp through the dirt
cudding the last of the green
green grass, bovine calm.
The world barnyard shakes
with squawking, honks
cacophony,
four-footed agents of history
remnants of a civil society.
Clucky hens scatter wildly
combed heads still intact
no wiser
than small goats in pasture
black horns rubbed smooth.
The last members
of the club
of nonclubs,
survivors
in the dark heart
of a mafia state.
Beyond the waste of farmland
the future
foreshortened,
the darkness
a tunnel
that ends
suddenly
at brass-knuckled doors
bolted
from the other side.
Originally from Boston, Mickey J. Corrigan lives in South Florida and writes noir with a dark humor. Books have been released by publishers in the US, UK, Canada, and Australia. Poetry chapbooks include The Art of Bars (Finishing Line Press, 2016) and Days' End (Main Street Rag Publishing, 2017). Project XX, a novel about a school shooting, was published in 2017 by Salt Publishing in the UK.
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Showing posts with label goats. Show all posts
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Tuesday, June 10, 2014
CLEANING UP DETROIT
by Iris Litt
Don’t depend on Man
To clean up Detroit.
But goats can.
Will they get any thanks?
No, all they’re going to get
is Eaten.
Yes, when their work is done
they’ll be sent to the final farm.
In reward for their gesture
they should be given a pasture
strewn with cigarette butts
and other yummy stuff.
The goat
should get our vote.
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| A hedge fund manager’s plan to help clean up Detroit by letting baby goats graze on public land has come to an abrupt end — or so it seems. Mark Spitznagel, the founder of the $6 billion hedge fund Universa Investments, brought 18 goats to the Brightmoor neighborhood of Detroit last Thursday to graze on public lots as part of a campaign to promote urban farming. The goats were not well received by some city officials, who said local laws prohibited having animals graze on city property. So after a whirlwind 48 hours, Mr. Spitznagel’s baby goats were back on a truck on Saturday heading out of the neighborhood, destined to be sold to butchers. --Alexandra Stevenson, NY Times, June 9, 2014 (Image source: Housers at Idyll Farm) |
Don’t depend on Man
To clean up Detroit.
But goats can.
Will they get any thanks?
No, all they’re going to get
is Eaten.
Yes, when their work is done
they’ll be sent to the final farm.
In reward for their gesture
they should be given a pasture
strewn with cigarette butts
and other yummy stuff.
The goat
should get our vote.
Iris Litt’s most recent book of poetry is What I Wanted to Say from Shivastan Publishing. An earlier book of poetry, Word Love, was published by Cosmic Trend Publications. She has had poems in many literary magazines including Onthebus, Confrontation, Hiram Poetry Review, The New Renaissance, Asphodel, Poetry Now, Central Park, Icarus, The Rambunctious Review, Pearl, The Ledge, Earth's Daughters, Poet Lore, Scholastic, and Atlantic Monthly (special college edition). She has had short stories in Travellers Tales, Prima Materia, Out Of The Catskills, and The Second Word Thursdays Anthology; and articles in Pacific Coast Journal, Writer's Digest, and The Writer. She teaches writing workshops in Woodstock, NY, and has taught creative writing at Bard College, SUNY/Ulster, Arts Society of Kingston, Writers in the Mountains, Educational Alliance, New York Public Library, and Marble Collegiate Church. She lives in Woodstock and in New York City’s Greenwich Village.
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