Tastes Like Chicken

Homage to Novica Tadić

erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

A great hen, very angry, began
to pull down the dove and the lark,
a pretty dish.

The mouth dropped thirty guns
in a high debate with the sea.

It blew hard. The great fowl’s
mother was put to bed.


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 11 May 1660.

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3 Comments

  1. Luisa A. Igloria

    Fowl! I cry fowl! :)


  2. Maybe. I don’t think I even approached Tadić’s level of grimness, but I think it says something about the persuasive quality of his world that I can now see the demonic potential of poultry.

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