Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, STACCATO, by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

STACCATO, by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG Poet's Biography
First Line: Not even birds fear me
Last Line: For removing my growths.
Subject(s): Animals; Critics & Criticism

Not even birds fear me:
they hop a hop aside,
and then hop right back
to oats strewn about
by horse-heads in bags.
Not even cats slink away:
they come, climb and tear
my shins and my calves,
my knees and my hand --
safe from retort.
Not even you, Dr. Critic,
need trouble to wear
your gloves when you bring
clean surgical tools
for removing my growths.

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