The Man with a Hole in His Throat
Daddy's hand is a big warm blanket
embracing mine as we stand in the mud
"Goodbye, Lenny"
and our rooster, our little ball of fire, is no longer ours but
belongs to the man with a hole in his throat
No scarf or bandana, just an empty space
like his throat is a galaxy and
someone stuck a tiny black hole in the middle of it and if I
stare for too long, I might get sucked in
The man sets Lenny into his wheelbarrow
as if Lenny is a handful of wildflowers
"Do you want a ride?" he rasps
with a sandpaper voice
I don't but my head is nodding yes
so I climb in and I
take a ride with his rooster