Stuffed
Stuffed heads on stuffed walls
beady glass eyes glare.
The house is stuffed with horns,
tusks, fangs, and jowls.
The heads are taxidermized;
constantly maintained by moths.
The walls are filled with the mummified flesh,
not of slaughtered animals
but the bodies of Dead Presidents.
Teddy Roosevelt’s
elephant gun leans against a hollow elephant foot.
He baggad them all.
It was not considered a disgrace at the time
historical context is everything.
Years later Teddy Bears make amends
as best they can.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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