A turkey, turnkey, turncoat, dovecote, dove
waddles and wavers and wings her way above,
metempsychoses, metamorphoses
crossing horizons, orisons, seasons, seas,
slow-shutter shudder, each shape reshaped, reborn
as cochon, cocoon, raccoon, acorn, corn,
and art, like nature, thinking nothing of it—
a pageant in a grove, a page in Ovid.
—Amit Majmudar
YOU MIGHT ALSO LIKE
Andrew Tate and Conservative Hypocrisy
On February 27, Andrew and Tristan Tate landed in Florida after Romania’s Directorate for Investigating Organized Crime…
Biden Is the New Francis
Early in 2016, articles began to appear noting similarities between Pope Francis and Donald Trump. Trump’s promise…
Just War Principles in Ukraine
Representatives of the U.S. and Russian governments are meeting in Saudi Arabia as I write. Their goal…
