Gina M. Tabasso

Father's Bounty

It is delicious to question
sad boyish magic fraught from fever.
Put your daughter away and tell me
why your god, who manipulates
and surrounds, must cook the chicken
and render to be part of a bitter art.
No drizzling rain splashes her willow breast
with a white out of elaborate venom.
No forest falls near the lair
of your son's wide, hot, honey road
where he is destined to herd horse bones,
picture a heart,
go mad like a prisoner doing time. Why throw love to the concrete in order
to think in metaphors and silhouettes
seen through water?
Because only then can the sky fall,
and the ache subside.

© 2003 Gina M. Tabasso

GINA M. TABASSO a poet with her M.A. in English, has won numerous awards and has been published in Mangrove, The MacGuffin, Mid-American Review, Slant, Blue Mesa Review, Pavement Saw, and others. She is Senior Editor of a construction trade publication and Associate Editor of Grasslands Review.

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