Barbed Wire I Does barbed wire resent its role eternally racked between two posts or does it relish the scorpion tails curved to draw blood? Is the blackberry seen as cousin or conqueror? Is electricity seen as helpmate or rival? Does it smirk wickedly when the wet-nosed calf is slapped or does it curse as a child might curse to see the elder spoil its fun? Does barbed wire dream? In dreams does it untwist drop barbs like loose hair? Does it strain to snap spring to a ball then tumbleweed away? Should it reach the sea would it untangle there eel into the surf? Would it explore and return or dissolve with a sigh? II Skeletal fingers rise from the no man's land mud of the drying dam. III My father tells me wire makes cattle of men. He tells me this with eyes that still see the wire and the things that flap there. But wire is practical too. It keeps sheep from trees. separates cow from bull. dissuades greedy heifers obstructs kangaroos. As I spool out the wire shake loose barbs that cat claw my father's hands impose.Joy Reid |