Homage to Novica Tadić
A great hen, very angry, began
to pull down the dove and the lark,
a pretty dish.
The mouth dropped thirty guns
in a high debate with the sea.
It blew hard. The great fowl’s
mother was put to bed.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 11 May 1660.
Fowl! I cry fowl! :)
Yes.
Maybe. I don’t think I even approached Tadić’s level of grimness, but I think it says something about the persuasive quality of his world that I can now see the demonic potential of poultry.