John Wayne Flipper
When porpoises wash up
on beaches like so much driftwood,
we turn to the explanation
of animals--instinct over intelligence.
To know the pulse of the world
is to understand that the eater
will soon become the eaten.
For there must be a reason,
even when there appears
to be no reason.
They are the clown face
of John Wayne Gacy
with his pointed smile.
So like us
in the size of their brains,
in the way they understand.
Killing is more than a fish,
and more like a mate
in its pleasure.
When porpoises wash up
on beaches like so much driftwood,
we turn to the explanation
of animals--instinct over intelligence.
To know the pulse of the world
is to understand that the eater
will soon become the eaten.
For there must be a reason,
even when there appears
to be no reason.
They are the clown face
of John Wayne Gacy
with his pointed smile.
So like us
in the size of their brains,
in the way they understand.
Killing is more than a fish,
and more like a mate
in its pleasure.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson