So I'm faced with a dilemma;
It’s a red meat, quite fatty,
and extremely fragrant. After eating dog
beef seems tasteless.
form an alliance
Meat from younger horses
is lighter in colour. People use it similar
to the way they use beef.
or find out what budgie tastes like.
Cat meat sells for $1.32 a pound.
Young cats are tender. The animals are raised
the same way cows are.
I'll lick my bits and ponder on it.
It was the machines that went rust
and collapsed into lakes and ran red
among the boat oil and chemical spill.
Sumped in the marshlands, the mayflies
were swarming with sex and the frogs
multiplied like oleaginous oligarchs.
They struck up the dust with the drill,
but it was their fingers that itched
at the bites in the sand grained heat.
Whether it was oxen or mosquitoes
or tsetse or goats or wasps,
we flinched some at hooves and wings.
It came from the lab and killed horses,
dogs, livestock and pigs.
The pyres released virals into the crops.
What we have burned. What is ash.
It is fallout. A snowfall of radium
that dusts our skin with boils and rash.
Strange weather that coats
the Statue of Liberty in ice and snow.
Hurricanes belching from cooling towers.
Stripped cornfields. Grasslands stripped.
The factories stripped of their guts.
The workers stripped. Stripped bodies gassed.
They shone so many lights there were shadows
in every direction. So much light
it was impossible to see through. Dark truth.
If you painted lamb's blood on your door,
a lamb died in vain. Man made the future
and it swept them aside like a scourge.
Listen to the poem here: http://soundcloud.com/gavin-hudson-1/plagues
The nightjars are blacking the sun out
with rainclouds of feather. Poor scratching
in the waterlogged soil for lungworm
and beetle. The potassium's peaking
round mid-afternoon, making sailors afraid
of lithium in spinach barrels. Flood warning
by dawn. This is bad potato weather. The kind
to sink dormice and make millionaires
of stoats. In ferns, toads burp at frogs spawning
in rivers that burst, coursing new valleys
of acid erosion. Stone turns to leek in the riptides.
