The Two-Headed Calf
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this
freak of nature, they will wrap his body
in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north
field with his mother. It is a perfect
summer evening: the moon rising over
the orchard, the wind in the grass. And
as he stares into the sky, there are
twice as many stars as usual.
This is a poem I was recently introduced to by a poet that came to my college creative writing class named Linda Dove. This poem captured an essence of something and is so incredibly sad but at the same time beautiful.
I figured because it is National Poetry Month that I should share this with all of you. I hope it impacts you as it impacted me.
I would love to hear what you think of it in the comments!