John Korn Pittsburgh, PA poet

New Years Meat

I remember 1986
1996
2006
And so far four hours deep into
2016
I remember at least 120 minutes of 2016 so far
I watch a car drive up Cornell avenue
From my window
It’s headlights illuminate
A tar concrete strip of road
A Car
Just a car
Like
So many others
Emerges out from the shadows
And then is swallowed back into
shadows
I would’ve missed it
if I had not looked to my left
Now it’s gone
Christmas lights
Tacked to the houses across the street
and black tree limbs reach out like long witch fingers
This is all I see
at the moment
Who was in that car?
Woman or man?
Drunk or sober?
What was swimming in the driver’s head?
Could have been a plumber
Could have fought in a war
Could have shot a man in the chest
Watched him die
On a strip of dry sand in a country far from here
Could have been anyone really
Maybe he slices processed meat
In a deli
Gives people stacks of Ham wrapped in plastic bags
with a white sticker
With a price of 4 dollars a pound
Or she
Maybe she
Injects flu shots into the flesh
Of many arms each fall
Anyway they are gone now
Whoever they were
They are gonna die
We
Are all
Going
To die
If that car stopped
Outside to change
A flat
Or asked me for directions
I would have ran out and helped
You bet I would
And when my help was done
I would have said
Hey
One day
We’ll be dead
Meat
They would have asked “huh?”
And I would’ve said
Dead meat!
4 dollars a pound
Then kissed whoever they
Were
On their
Future dead meat
Lips

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John Korn in a Pittsburgh poet, artist, and the author of Television Farm, which includes the poem  “14 Young Women”  —a poem nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

John Korn Pittsburgh, PA

Grey Dog Death
deep water children
With raw eyeless sockets
Drag a dead dog off the hard street
And into the grass
Its fur is grey
and they run their little fingers through it
They don’t think too much
It’s intuition
A feeling
The dogs name was Kindred
They don’t bury it
They plant ivy around it’s body
And over the course of summer
 long green tendrils crawl
over the body
Until it is like a mummy wrapped in leaves
The ivy slowly pulls the carcass into the earth
By winter the ivy is dead
And the tips of the dog’s ribs
Poke out of the earth
Like fangs

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John Korn in a Pittsburgh poet, and the author of Television Farm, which includes the poem  “14 Young Women”  —a poem nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
Bree is a poet and artist in Pleasureville, KY. Her latest collection Look Up and Up is available at Least Bittern Books. She has been drawing poets with birds.