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Rob Shapiro
Think of the farrier             standing in the yard            how he used to thumb

            his silver tools                     in morning's gleam               the donkey

my mother inherited         when she remarried             led to him

            on a rope                              familiar sound                       of animal huff

dark eyes                             strained against                     August light

            this was years ago               I did as I was told                  I took hold

of her ears                           and twisted until                   she couldn't move

            the farrier gathered            her hooves                              one at a time

and tucked them back         between his legs                    to scrape away

            whatever earth                    calcified in spring                  and clung to her body

just as light                           clings to dust                         and though I was afraid

            of my own cruelty              I wrung the muscles              into dark flower

waiting to be told                 enough                                   the farrier rising

             to light a cigarette             or dab his face                        the animal bolting

into another pasture            as she never did                   at the end of day

             when we waited                by her fence                            to feed her apples

palms flat                              against her muzzle                crooked teeth

             worked into skin               strange symbol                        we used to say

of love                                     god-heavy                              grown small

     knee-deep in summer           which was coming to a close          and furious as ever
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"Strange Symbol" is the first poem I've written in a fractured form, and I found the process both intimidating and liberating. Without traditional lines or punctuation, the blunt, breathy rhythm became the unit that carried me all the way through. I owe a great deal to Seamus Heaney's poem "Punishment" and his notion of the "artful voyeur," which catapulted this poem toward revelations about violence and regret. Meanwhile, the real-life donkey, Mookie, is sweet, happy, and has clean hooves!

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