Taxidermy: A Translucent Love Poem
We are bound inside of the taxidermied falcon.
[enter poem here]
The wings shiver just before they beat.
The taxidermist’s tools:
Bone Cutter Forceps
Magnetic Brad Pin Pusher
Horn and Bone Saw
Flush Cut Trimmers
4 in 1 Rasp File
Leather Stretcher Pliers
Basic Field Kit
Awl Needles: Curved and Straight
Gooseneck Hide Stretcher
Fish Skinning Shears
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T.E. Bunn Naturalist Norwich.
E.F. Spicer’s shop lined with deer heads.
Rowland Ward Ltd. Of Piccadilly (1848-1912)
Edward Hart Anthropomorphic taxidermy – fighting red squirrels.
Greek for arrangement of skin.
We are twin taxidermied falcons.
I’m still on the wood block, ankles cuffed,
one glass eye eying you.
My carcass is wood and wool but
this is still my skull,
I stand on my true legs.
(There’s talk of putting me in
a top hat at a tea party
or in the crowd at a boxing match
between two stuffed red squirrels.
Does it matter?
Only the carpet beetles can get us now.)
You’re already in your glass box, wings arched
above a dead muskrat.
Remember live muskrats —
their warm hearts pattering madly?
The give of their ribs – wee and springy?
We are bound to the taxidermist.
We know his grunts, cinching up
His taut belly – oh, the buzz of bone saw,
the click of ear openers and the automatic awl.
Who better understands
a gooseneck hide stretcher
and fleshing blades and fish skinning shears
and bone cutter forceps than we do?
But he will never know what it is to be us.
(Oh, jealous stitching!)
He’ll never know how the wings shiver
just before they beat.