Matthea Harvey

Implications for Modern Life

The ham flowers have veins and are rimmed in rind, each petal a little meat sunset. I deny all connection with the ham flowers, the barge floating by loaded with lard, the white flagstones like platelets in the blood-red road. I'll put the calves in coats so the ravens can't gore them, bandage up the cut gate & when the wind rustles its muscles, I'll gather the seeds and burn them. But then I see a horse lying on the side of the road and think You are sleeping, you are sleeping, I will make you be sleeping. But if I didn't make the ham flowers, how can I make him get up? I made the ham flowers. Get up, dear animal. Here is your pasture flecked with pink, your oily river, your bleeding barn. Decide what to look at and how. If you lower your lashes, the blood looks like mud. If you stay, I will find you fresh hay.

Matthea Harvey
Implications for Modern Life first appeared in Tin House, Issue 24.

Poem, copyright © Matthea Harvey, 2006
Appearing on the Fishouse with permission
Audio file, copyright © 2006, From the Fishouse

Posted on January 30, 2006 6:57 AM