Tuesday Poem: "Fork" by Charles Simic

This strange thing must have crept  
Right out of hell.
It resembles a bird’s foot
Worn around the cannibal’s neck.

As you hold it in your hand,
As you stab with it into a piece of meat,
It is possible to imagine the rest of the bird:  
Its head which like your fist
Is large, bald, beakless, and blind.

by Charles Simic

For more information about the poet, Charles Simic, see:

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/charles-simic