Pheasant Under Glass, Cignus ustus cantat

Aug 15, 2007 at 12:00 am

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