Big Game Poetry


The Longing for Big Din

if its not too late 
to reserve a plate 
please add my name 

to those who dine 
and spill the blood 
i mean the wine 

on the eve that falls 
before big game 

to blunt the shame 
and dull the pain 
that was foretold 

by losses recorded 
and recorded 
and recorded 
and recorded 
	John Allured, 2006