A collection of free poems exploring "flesh" with diversification of specificity ranging topics often broached {death/birth/war} and those often considered taboo [cannibalism...anorexia] with many falling between these extremes.
One example is the poem, "President Meat Man." When pondering the image of three dead soldiers lying prostrate on a beach the poem compares war to cannibalism:
"Will those next three be one of mine? Will they be served up for wars made of bologna and peanut butter in a world whose stomach prefers meals of what's been ground down "No bones, please. No teeth. Pass the meat through the grinder again, make it soft enough to eat," while we feed our children to the Sausage-Maker who encases them in the uniforms of --the intestines of- 3 dead soldiers lying on a beach..."
My Boy's Memorial Day
A small boy's knee
folded to his chest.
Across-the-way: a newly-plowed cornfield.
He weeps, prays, head bowed over a square
of black wet soil and gray dry soil.
The marble reflects his father's name.
Yellow flowers,
like buttercups under his buttery chin,
sink where his feet sink.
Spring damp-grass leaves but miniscule depressions.
Still, he crouches.
Hunting what had hunted his father
and his father's father
and him.
So he won't shake his mist from his tennis shoes.
He wears dew like a soldier in order
to inquire, of his mother...
why people have to die. His wings,
bars, knocks he earns standing, attentively,
watching his mother cry. Bootcamp-indoctrined-detainee
he's become an infant-man
so that when he draws sixty-four colored crayons into one dank mass
he understands its waxy smell...is the truth of dying.
