Sydney Lea

Abbatoir Time
September 15, 2012 Lea Sydney

Abbatoir Time

 

The widower pushed the tailgate shut and fell.

The two sounds –click and thud– seemed synchrony,

As if one in fact were function of the other.

The red calf, bound for veal in the pickup’s bed,

Looked rearward over his shoulder. No one there.

A ginger-hackled rooster, framed by the door

Of the loft, screamed loudly, sun igniting him

To noontime flame. He sent six hens in a dash

For cover under bush and sill, as though

His love-assault might be a thing far worse

Than the farmer felt – or rather did not feel,

 

The death so quick and commotionless his livestock

Didn’t notice. Everything once had purpose

Here, and meaning, and might still have, if only

He’d stayed to read them.  Now a skinny cloud

Rode unremarked on a breeze above the barn,

Unsafe and leaning.  His horse, a spavined relic

From other ages, whickered behind the house,

All canted too, its paint mere scattered flakes.

Meaning and purpose had blurred in recent years

But the farmer kept right after them no matter.

Who’d free the weanling now, who lead him to slaughter?

Sydney Lea, a former Pulitzer finalist, founded and for thirteen years edited New England Review. His twentieth book, and his thirteenth collection of poems, Here, appeared from Four Way Books, NYC, in late 2019.  In winter of 2020, Vermont’s Green Writers Press will publish Seen from All Angles: Lyric and Everyday Life, his collected newspaper columns from his years (2011-15) as Vermont Poet Laureate. His mock-epic graphic poem, The Exquisite Triumph of Wormboy, in collaboration with former Vermont Cartoonist Laureate James Kochalka, is due in autumn of 2020.