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Ortolan

September 17th , 2019 Arsonist’s Delight

I Amidst the mayflies

And the cattails,

Men shrouded in an

Eternal faith

Danced with the gnats

And the crocodiles

And the Fire White peaked cloaks pranced

Like albino cormorants

Breached and searching

For some surface dwelling

Minnow,

separated from

the pack My father was a dancer amongst

the Fire, The choreographer

Of their garish Formations He told of their feasts

Their bulging goiters

Their quivering livers II Bésalu,

That is where my neck bulged,

Pulsed like a king bull frog

In late July Where a deep, gestational

Urge to consume became

all encompassing A wayward Spaniard led

Me into the hall

Where the ballooned bodies Of the Ortolan* sate ripe

To teach me the satisfaction of

The Fire Our feast commenced

With the rainfall of

Mayflies,

Who had seen enough An adjacent criminal

Turned his nose,

Casting a grotesque shadow

across the Table Each movement of his head

A rehearsed

Dance with The Fire I was Shrouded,

Spear-like bones

Punctured my tongue

Curled talons calcified

My taste buds,

Reducing them to placid scales The Beak camped

Between two of my molars,

Breached and

Looking upwards as if to

Question the eternal faith As if looking

For release from my fiery

Grounding molars As if to question

The pulse beneath

My cloak 1* A nocturnal songbird illegally captured for consumption; the meal is

traditionally prepared by gouging out the eyes, force feeding, and drowning the

bird in a vat of Armagnac brandy and consuming the Ortolan whole while veiled

by a white cloth as to not only keep an aromatic atmosphere, but to hide the

shame of such cruelty from the eyes of God.

Ortolan

September 17th , 2019 Arsonist’s Delight I Amidst the mayflies And the cattails, Men shrouded in an Eternal faith Danced with the...