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For the Birds
Cathryn Essinger
At the farmer's market the grocer has decided
to purchase a squash.
This one is called the Crown of Thorns, he says,
to remind us of the cross, and here are ten spokes,
one for each of the commandments.
I give the grocer his money, but my sympathy is
with the squash, whose nature has been hijacked
by religion. It fills my palm
with its hefty(重的) promise and I suspect it of knowing
the true art of resurrection(复活) -- seeds packed
When I split the ovum with a knife I reveal
a space so private
that I am embarrassed to have looked, flesh as pale
it stains all thought.
With the sharp edge of a spoon, I scrape out the seeds,
and then holding the soft entrails in one hand
throw it all to the birds.
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