One Poem by Felix Purat

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

Grandaddy Auroch

Lines the walls of hidden caves
Tempestuous in paleolithic ink:
Hungry, the cro magnons slice
The painting on the wall –
At some point a steak must
Flop off and onto an innovated flame

Bulls bow in deference as
Matadors contemplate
Their imminent goring
Red stains the dusts of Castille
Pigments decorate subterranean Altamira
Blood dates to the beginning of time.

 

Felix hails from Berkeley, CA but lives and travels abroad wherever possible. In addition to three micro-chapbooks (all published by the Origami Poems Project), Felix has been published in numerous outlets and magazines and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.

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