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SERIOUS BUSINESS

 

Occasionally, I feel guilty.

I’ve killed so many

that I may allow

one to escape

my will to kill

 

before becoming numb

as machinery,

before squeezing

 

               the pellet gun

               the .22,

               the .223

               or the 17 HMR—

 

…like now as I write:

one breaking from

the dogs’ empty pens

with cheeks full

of puppy chow.

 

Little bastards,

I’ve fed tens of thousands

to our local wake of buzzards

waiting for the first report

of war in the canyon.

 

Falling off hillsides in hordes,

battalions of vermin

to strip tomatoes

green from the vine—

 

every sweet and juicy issue

from my darling Elberta,

our plump grapefruit

and leather-hided pomegranates

that will never spread

as jelly on toasted bread.

 

Serious business in a drought

to become an oasis

for the flea-infested

and their underpopulated

predators, but I’d like a day off.