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Ferenc Juhasz – Birth Of A Foal
As May was opening the rosebuds,
elder and lilac beginning to bloom,
it was time for the mare to foal.
She’d rest herself, or hobble lazily
after the boy who sang as he led her
to pasture, wading through the meadowflowers.
They wandered back at dusk, bone-tired,
the moon perched on a blue shoulder of sky.
Then the mare lay down,
sweating and trembling, on her straw in the stable.
The drowsy, heavy-bellied cows
surrounded her, waiting, watching, snuffing.
Later, when even the hay slept
and the shaft of the Plough pointed South,
the foal was born. Hours the mare
spent licking the foal with its glue-blind eyes.
And the foal slept at her side,
a heap of feathers ripped from a bed.
Straw never spread as soft as this.
Milk or snow never slept like a foal.
Dawn bounced up in a bright red hat,
waved at the world and skipped away.
Up staggered the foal,
its hooves were jelly – knots of foam.
Then day sniffed with its blue nose
through the open stable window, and found them –
the foal nuzzling its mother,
velvet fumbling for her milk.
Then all the trees were talking at once,
chickens scrabbled in the yard,
like golden flowers
envy withered the last stars.
gardens in a candlelit room
i take a hammer
and a nail
to my brother and sister eye,
one gazing south
to shared sand of desert and sea,
through motorcycle lens
to fields of open pleasure,
my visceral concern
is not getting lost between both,
naked to contradiction
my form is seen
bare paleness of a wanting moon
sand still tasted between teeth,
without movement and sound
to the board of memory
each eye nailed
so there is no gelatinous collapse
blinking obscura of pain,
i now want
not written upon by her lips,
hammer has fallen
threat of nature
on your long leafed bough
through your mask
why do you fucking stare at me
through the window
i stare back
do you see me for what i am
in another’s nest
mating with another’s wife
i cant help it
you beautiful bastard
if i had a gun
i would shoot you
yet watching head bow
beak rub bark
fragile in bone and feathers
you are nervous
afraid of predators
above and below
so fuck you
i am of the high order species
and do not forget