NOTE:
This poem is best read on a wide screen.
Crocodile Tears
Her little boy cousins dredged a gator From the brine of the Carolina sound A behemoth from the depths where boys drown With scales like the fractured flesh of a crater The beast was great, but the boys were greater Gleeful, triumphant, they dragged it aground And with a switchblade her uncle had found Butchered its body like that of a traitor But the gator was small, the size of a dog Her palm felt so soft on its alien skin It was just a baby when push came to shove At peace, 'til they chopped it up like a log So heed this advice from your closest of kin Men, little daughter, can be hard to love
by Jane McBride
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