- There’s a pig in the grass
- and bro-ken bricks
- and caked pads of saw-dust
- piled up behind the gun club’s rifle range.
- It’s only slightly buried beneath it all.
- The punk-rock hair-cut of sub-ver-sive green
- is health-ier than any lawn in town,
- and the white smil-ing teeth,
- top set only–the lower ones lie in soil,
- could sell Col-gate on TV.
- After its rest, it will stand
- and shake the turf
- and build-ing rub-ble
- from its lightly downed back
- and prance down the mound
- on pretty, pointed trotters
- or so I tell my nephew
- who reaches to prod
- the bal-loon of belly
- with a bent, spent weld-ing rod.
About the Poet:
Benjamin Dodds, Australia, (contemporary), is a poet and reviewer. Dodds has published one book of poetry, Regulator (2014), and had had works included in Best Australian Poems 2014, Antipodes: Poetic Responses and Stars Like Sand: Australian Speculative Poetry.
Dodds also collects Mickey Mouse watches and his current project is a verse novel exploring the ethical and personal boundaries of scientific research. [DES-11/17]