7 – On the Discovery of an Owl Pellet by a Poet

This absurd amalgamation
of bone white memories,
what once was
now something
wholly other!

Holy other,
this reliquary of
god’s creation,
every moving part —
what made it tick —
left here for time.

On bended knee,
the witness poet
should whisper
some ancient prayer
of gratitude.

Yes, gratitude…
for this is poetry incarnate,
the muscle and bone
of our experience,
how we ingest
and re-create,

How we take
what was…
make it new,
make it sacred

bone of my bone
and flesh of my flesh

A pellet, in ornithology, is the mass of undigested parts of a bird’s food that some bird species occasionally regurgitate. The contents of a bird’s pellet depend on its diet, but can include the exoskeletons of insects, indigestible plant matter, bones, fur, feathers, bills, claws, and teeth. Photo & Poem, National Poetry Month 2018, #7, ©2018, Jen Payne. For more poems like this, order a copy of Evidence of Flossing: What We Leave Behind today! CLICK HERE

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