Poetry Porch: Poetry


Copy of Field and Stream over Breakfast
by Adam H. Tessier

You can hold
the heart, it says it takes
two hands, the size of a volleyball.

The hunt is over, two men
guilty at the treeline, guns
nosing the snow

but I canít seem to remember
the sound of the shot. I was busy
holding the heart
in my mind and now,
ears ring.

Work must begin: skinning
the elk, cutting through bone,
obeying the natural
seam of the leather,
cracking open the chest, all black
blood and bone.

They are putting on gloves,
I am putting on gloves
and he offers up the heart, and I

am spooning up honey
from the bottom of the teacup.

Copyright © 2008 by Adam H. Tessier.