After the Fact

Don’t curse me, Small-Eyed Bear,

now Wildcat’s carried me home.

Tracking us across mountains,

he uncovered his brother’s cadavers.

When they hunted elk,

you stole my clothes as I bathed.

Your two children have emptied me.

They’ll soon be rotund, like you.

I’ll never arrange your food again.

Never sweep your shack, either.

In your pursuit to retake me,

you’ve lumbered into my family’s trap.

You, who forced me from that pool

when I was a mere girl, start wailing.

*

Lodging

As Sam said, Let’s go down to the Elks

for a drink. Back East, Out West

still, a shot’s a shot.

Elks? Elephants? Woolly Rhinoceros?

Why not raccoons? His lodge was Ohio.

Beyond Selah it’s elk and deer

not bird and rabbit

except target practice.

*

Put this on the table: No more cattle

in backcountry - no sheep, neither.

Consider open foothill winter expanse

as saltlick for healthy distribution.

This winter catering’s just wacko.

Simple changes, wildlife gets along just fine.

*

If a Man Goes Wild

If a man goes wild

or loses his mind

he saw two white dogs

at creekside.

If at the creek

he sees a dwarf

he’s bound to go balmy.

To see a dwarf’s uncommon.

His aunts and his uncles

will counter with moose hides.

*

Elk Management

Sitting at their

long boardroom

table, everyone

sports bow ties.

But to enter

my office:

PLEASE SLIP

INTO ANTLERS.

**

Contrary to what you might think, Jnana’s not a woman. The name’s Sanskrit, where Rama, Krishna, Shiva, Arjuna, and Ganesha are also all males. Jnana is the author of the novel Subway Hitchikers. His poems appear in or are forthcoming from Typo, Plum Ruby, the Ultimate Hallucination, Northern New England Review, Janus Head, Private Places, Score 19, The Southern New Hampshire University Journal, and Tapestries.

Archived at http://lit.konundrum.com/poetry/hodsonj_poems.htm