Timothy Pilgrim
Photo: Corey Leopold
Your long hose snakes down from a vat
filled with moist corn. Hungry geese
gather like elfers around an eel
or politicians, a lobbyist feast.
Coax one close, lock her with knees,
lift head, stretch neck taut like rope
or string. Shove your hose
past puckered bill, down open throat. —
turn spigot on, blast out
a steady, strong stream. Giddy,
she staggers off, foie gras full,
already eager for another great meal.
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