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Nicole Mauro

Nicole Mauro writes poetry and book reviews, and teaches rhetoric and writing at The University of San Francisco. She has been published in various journals, including Skanky Possum, 580 Split, Syllogism, MILKBig Bridge, Jacket, and HOW2. Her chapbook of homages to New York School poets, titled Odes, was published by Sardines Press in 2003. She lives in the Bay Area with her husband and daughter.  

She is currently working on a raptor series, titled Prey, about maurading birds. Crow, from this series, was inspired in part by the allegorical nursery rhyme about blackbirds baked into a pie for a greedy king, and in part by their well-documented acumen. In particular, crows are known to pick turtles up in their beaks, fly them up to high spots like utility poles, and drop them in order to shatter them out of their shells. It is a gruesome, but effective solution, and a surreal event to witness, especially if the turtle is big.          

 

Crow

 

I

 

A nursery rhyme–drove of crows

 

some boys–to aperture

 

“The same pie hole”–break thru

 

avenge–How utterly

 

we are baked into

 

the dough folds–these breads 

 

Blackbirds–O what will you do

 

To the woman who wrung your young necks

 

there are four and twenty of you–and only one womb

 

emphasis 

 

 

II

 

Want is a kernel–ask

 

the crow how often

 

it has muttered that

over the shell covering

a turtle

 

The same riddle–I wish to wish

 

for a tub of butter, but there is spite in the act of having

and I haven’t the human

 

“To desire that which cannot properly happen”

 

Some boys–if, protruding, a

little

 

barely toward a very clothed woman

 

a thrush of blackbirds–be brung

a thrush of blackbirds–will

 

emphasis–come back

 

to that woman’s young middle

 

 

III

 

“Took a turtle to the sky”

 

You

Lied thru your craw–you

said it would rise

 

So what if it’s hypothetic, Human

 

If only if only were theory “so”

would be

 

my vengeance

 

The impenetrable goals–the nifty heads

 

Buttering–“the same pie hole”

 

To pry morsels out of funny blonde

nests        

 

Some boys flatter–Some

use their tongues

 

to lick batter–“for emphasis”

 

Misinterpretation of desire–and this is what drove the drove

to go backwards

 

Are the affectionate folds of warm pie–she said

 

handing her daughter a blackbird

 

 

 

 

 

 

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