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karla k. morton,  2010 Texas Poet Laureate, is a Betsy Colquitt Award Winner and  twice an Indie National Book Award Winner.  She's published in such journals as Alaska Quarterly Review, descant,  REAL:Regarding Arts and Letters, Southwestern American Literature,  New Texas, The Langdon Review of the Arts and Borderlands: Texas Poetry in Review.  She is guest editor of TCU Press' Selected Works of Walt McDonald, and has just begun her National Parks Tour to visit 50 of our 59 National Parks, with a percentage of the forthcoming book sales going back to the National Parks System.  Wooden Lions, published by Texas Review Press (forthcoming Spring 2017) has each poem featuring an animal.  Morton wishes to use this book of poetry to help raise funds for shelters, reserves, preserves, SPCA's, etc all over the world to help our fellow beasts! www.texaspoetlaureate.com

 

 

 

 

Ordering Quail as Friend Lay Dying

 

 

I got the message right before I ordered.
Hours away,
I couldn't get there in time.

It was quail, with their frail bones
and sumptuous meat.

I read about eating the sins of the departed,
but she hadn't left yet,
doctors sure she would pass before morning.

What could one do but pick up the delicate legs
and feast on one so short to this earth.

What could I do but think of her
as I ate to the health of my own body.

I do not know what calls one life to die,
the other to live
from the same disease.

I do not know the mind of God.

But my body says to eat; to say grace

over the tiny fowl that cross our paths
and fuel our bodies.

Every day there is life;
there is death.
Every day, celebration; mourning.

My friend lay dying,
and I take my wine outside
where meteors heave and shoot.

She would like this.
She would say
Don't stop.
Don't you ever fucking stop.

 

 

©2017 Karla K. Morton

 

 

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