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the deer died with her eyes open
which means she watched herself
become field
something permeable
I found her on the third day of autumn—
found autumn wearing her decaying hide
like a hand-me-down dress
the flies had already written their poems
in the metaphors of her throat:
small black punctuation, multiplying
I wanted to close her eyes
but my hands passed through
what I once believed was boundary
later the biologist told me
decomposition is just the body
finally telling the truth
about how many selves were always
inside you waiting to be released—
even the child who never grew old enough
to be revision
now when I say I, I mean the forty trillion
bacteria who call this dirt-body home
I mean the deer
the flies
I mean the light
that passed through her
and landed here
in this poem
which is just another way of being eaten
which is just another word for love
by the porous self
In the northern hemisphere narwhals grow
With only two teeth you think that’s a poor show
But the prominent one grows into a sword
Breaking through from this creatures’ upper lip jaw
It spirals clockwise up to eight feet
This ivory tusk is quite unique
In the southern hemisphere it grows the opposite way
Counter clockwise biologist state
This tusk is a sensor they use for many things
Sometimes a contest to win mates of their dreams
They use this as a pick to break through the ice
This pointed spear will suffice
It's a very good weapon to ward of danger
In studies it’s also shown as some sort of ranger
It can even detect a change in external situation
Making checks it can pick up on temperature fluctuation
And a chemical analysis this sensor sends waves
It’s connected to this mammals heart and brain
They can slow it down or make it beat fast
This is one awesome creature of the past
That lives in the ocean deep and dark
A mystical warm blooded whale of the sea
A beautiful unicorn, you don’t often see
© Copyright KC.Leake
17th September 2015
All Rights Reserved
For Competition October 15th 2015
Is it Epson Salt?
All those nice villas along the coast are empty save for stray cats
and those too poor to live inland because the sea stinks like
bouillabaisse gone off. Marine life and sea plants have died out of too much
acidity caused by industry, and now it is too late to clean up the mess.
Fish in tanks are guarded and so expensive only the very rich can afford it,
say, bacalao; we have to eat fishcakes consisting of ninety-eight percent
mashed potatoes, and the rest is cod skin. Cod liver oil is the cure-all medicine,
it’s too expensive, and only the well-off can afford to buy it,
and they, the rich, live years longer than the poor.
This has raised concern and social unrest, politicians on the left,
insist the poor have the right to be given a teaspoon
of the healthy oil every morning;
Mind there is synthetic cod liver oil, but it tastes awful.
Seagulls and terns have adopted well have earth-hued feathers,
sit in carob trees, sharp-eyed keep an eye for scraps of food and
scare tiny tots with their inane pirate shrieks.
From a safe distance, when the wind is calm, and on moonlit nights,
the sea looks as beautiful as written in fairy tale books, by
a marine biologist.
Burly men hauled her onto a fishing village beach.
She was rotund, impressively pump,
it took a while.
Her proportions made her ideally suited
for floating on her back
though she hardly had ever did.
Groups of curious onlookers gathered.
We all waited for a marine biologist
or coroner to arrive.
Surprisingly her fish tail was graceful
some peered closely to see if there
was a seam or a theme park logo anywhere.
No such clues could be found.
She was, they all agreed, the real deal.
Unfortunately she was beginning to smell.
Some posited that the recent sea-bottom drilling
for off-shore windmills had disturbed the eco-environment
of this part of the coastline.
Whales had turned up dead, sharks were seen belly up
and clueless. People were stumped.
It was a big topic around these parts.
Soon the small crowd drifted away,
many had fish wives of their own, and about now
they would be gutting and cleaning mackerel.
Myths are hard to keep fresh,
in this case buckets of ice were employed
as she was carted off to market.
A day in Loulé
The café had a big window facing the street.
It was almost empty except for three scientists talking about the heavens.
I noticed a dog outside running up and down apparently lost
and tired of listening to the wise men, I walked outside and fed the dog
I also gave it water in the park so it could sniff the trees telling other dogs
“I was here with a human.”
The three scientists also came to the park talking about the moon and stars.
until one of them, a biologist, said, let´s talk about the oceans and
the life there and leave the stars alone.
The dog was chasing squirrels as the day glided into the evening
and I wondered what to eat in the evening.
Division in society is it any wonder, an example who to choose for some professional advice ??
so many of these titles there'll be some I have missed
I'm looking for the ones that end with ist
Medical fraternity a solid place to start;
Urologist, neurologist cardiologist, psychiatrist, gastroenterologist, psychologist pharmacist,
physiotherapist, opthalmologist, dentist,and I'll wager there's probably many more
The body a whole unit, the blood that pulses through the toe
ends up pulsing through the brain
Have specialists for one organ
to me it seems insane
Agricultural fraternity:
Agronomists, botanists, biologist, agriculturalists, could I use my own term,
genetic modification(ists)? pastoralists, orchardists
give me a little time I'll see if there is more I can add to the score
And what are all these experts doing?
advise the use of pesticides, fungicides, herbicides artificial fertilisers all across the land
increasing many clients, for the above medical band
And possibly much gentler than the aforementioned ists
I refer now to those who may be akin with the word of God
spiritualists, ethicists, buddhists agnostics, oops almost added atheists
The Alternative heath fraternity
Iridologists , herbalists
for the moment I'll settle on these two
time to wrack the brain to see if I can add another few
Could now get into fraternities that end with isms
that could be further fun
This list today is enough
decided I am done
Footnote: ism, according to my dictionary an action or its result e.g baptism
A huge grasshopper came our way one day
couldn’t help but catch it, couldn’t let it get away
Just wanted to observe it, the biologist in me
never saw such a thing with its kind of beauty
Bright green wings on a plump green body
I swear it really looked ever so juicy!
We sure didn’t know what to feed it
so we put in some leaves, just a little bit
I guess it ate too much, for its belly looked bigger
Uh-oh. Toilet emergency for this poor hopper!
It seemed to stiffen up, even concentrating
who knew that insects also did that kind of thing?!
At first it was just a little bit, coming out of its butt
then suddenly it seemed, it was spilling out its guts!!
It was something light brown and a little bit frothy,
we were mesmerized, but we also felt guilty...
Whatever did we feed it?! It’s been five minutes long
and still it wasn’t done, something was wrong!
Poor green hopper, with a bad case of the runs
Please don’t die on us, will promise you the sun!
It was super bubbly, it was frothy, it looked even kind of sticky
Hoo boy how I wished that I studied entomology!
The grasshopper looked so tired after that ordeal
But wait up, its tummy looked like it could use a meal!
We looked a bit closer, and saw these light brown grains
Whatever was it? It was driving us insane!
My sisters and I honestly never saw such a thing
so decided to do a bit of web researching...
Turned out that grasshopper wasn’t even pooping...
it was actually doing a lot of egg-laying!!
We found out it was so rare to witness that
for grasshoppers laid eggs by burying their butts!
**note: we actually improvised on this, felt bad for that momma grasshopper to lose those
babies, so we buried those pods ourselves in a patch of soil...we released the grasshopper
the day after and I think less than a month later, we saw these baby grasshoppers hop,
hop, hopping about! It was truly amazing!
***submitted for Amy’s “I Saw with My Own Eyes” contest :)
I could be a prima ballerina or a semi driver
could rename myself McCellihouti or McGiver
could become a psychologist, biologist, zoologist,
anthropologist, or an ultra-mologist.
My therapist stops me.
What is an ultra-mologist?
It’s a person who trains for every position just in case.
In case we get to live under the ocean or outer space.
I am not discounting any ideas, for they are all great you see.
Might even become an explorer and discover an unknown sea.
I could be a pirate queen and make others walk the plank.
Could become a wayfarer like my Uncle Hank.
I am open to any profession, for I am great at everything.
Can dance, knit, work on car engines, what will my life bring?
This might seem braggadocio from another.
But I am brilliant and talented – just ask my mother.
Life cannot put any limits on me, you see.
I am confident and wild and wooly and free.
“It’s a very beautiful bird. It can never be ugly!
It’s the most beautiful bird in the world!”
- Quote by Purnima Devi Barman,
Wildlife biologist who saved
Greater Adjutant stork species
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Greater Adjutant stork
Uncomely looks
Despised by all
For being ugly
No other fault
No graceful gait
No melody
Awkward height
Impolite eater
Unsettled gaze
A woman fell in love
Raised an all woman
Hargila army to save
To educate, made those
Who despised love the bird
Rescued,
Rehabilitated
Cared,
Now the storks
Live in peace
Love can change
Love can conquer
Love is best when
Under pressure, so
Says the saved storks
An endangered bird
Brought back to live
Just because one
Woman saw beauty
In this incongruous bird
Carol Ellen’s love of granite will turn her into a fulfilled geologist.
Tim’s fascination with stem cells will help him be a fantastic biologist.
Me, myself, I want to a tri-scientist. Maybe paleontologist.
If not that, there is my secretive dream of being a micro-biologist.
My neighbor’s cousin is a boring, bored, cardiologist.
His former dream was to be an Egyptian anthropologist.
I’ve invented a new career, a Sabertoothologist
Which sounds almost as terrific as a ColdDuluthologist.
Both are my self-made ideas, as I am a well-known ideologist.
My outrageously lovely fall back plan is snappily dressed zoologist
Except the Latin might kill me, forcing me to become an astrologist.
If I want to begin soon, I had best get out some books and blow off the dust.