From Carmina Detroit
Adastra Press
$15, 31 pp.
More than any young thug
I ruled the vacant lots.
Seven sweet brown hens
and our chicks attended me.
Now I am presented
trimmed in my own feathers.
I cannot fly,
but I can see a glitter of knives,
the hunger of teeth. I cannot think;
the oven was so hot.
Adapted from the Carmina Burana
This article appears in Aug 15-21, 2007.
