Chopped Liver 'n Onions
Off to the side
of a gravel road
on a blue plastic tarp
steam rises from the gutted carcass
within spitting distance
of last season's cut-off hooves.
A heart carved
from a deer.
A doe, a deer, a female deer.
Not the sound of music,
still, waste not, want not
slid into a zip lock bag.
An ice chest
frozen for some family
who might have the stomach
we don't.
©polarpaul 2008
of a gravel road
on a blue plastic tarp
steam rises from the gutted carcass
within spitting distance
of last season's cut-off hooves.
A heart carved
from a deer.
A doe, a deer, a female deer.
Not the sound of music,
still, waste not, want not
slid into a zip lock bag.
An ice chest
frozen for some family
who might have the stomach
we don't.
©polarpaul 2008
posted by polarpaul at 8:58 PM
2 Comments:
i loved that - i really did. my father used to hunt and it just reminded of him and way back and it had such a great rhythym too.
sarah
This made me laugh because I love the Sound of Music, a holdover from my childhood and wanting Julie Andrews for my mother.
Well done pun! And yes nice rhythm.
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