Jnana Hodson Poems

 

 

After the Fact

 

Donít curse me, Small-Eyed Bear,

now Wildcatís carried me home.

Tracking us across mountains,

he uncovered his brotherís cadavers.

When they hunted elk,

you stole my clothes as I bathed.†††††††††††††††††

Your two children have emptied me.

Theyíll soon be rotund, like you.

Iíll never arrange your food again.

Never sweep your shack, either.

In your pursuit to retake me,

youíve lumbered into my familyís trap.

You, who forced me from that pool

when I was a mere girl, start wailing.

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Lodging

 

As Sam said, Letís go down to the Elks

for a drink. Back East, Out West

†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††

still, a shotís a shot.†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††

Elks? Elephants? Woolly Rhinoceros?

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Why not raccoons? His lodge was Ohio.†††††

Beyond Selah itís elk and deer

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not bird and rabbit

except target practice.††††††††††††††††††††††

 

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Put this on the table: No more cattle

in backcountry - no sheep, neither.†††††††††††††††††††††††††

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Consider open foothill winter expanse

as saltlick for healthy distribution.

This winter cateringís just wacko.†††††††††††††††

Simple changes, wildlife gets along just fine.

 

 

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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

 

heís bound to go balmy.

To see a dwarfís uncommon.

 

His aunts and his uncles

will counter with moose hides.

 

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Elk Management

Sitting at their

long boardroom

table, everyone

sports bow ties. ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††

But to enter

my office:†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††

PLEASE SLIP

INTO ANTLERS.

 

 

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Contrary to what you might think, Jnanaís not a woman. The nameís 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.

 

 

 

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