BRIAN FOLEY
from BEANS
Little devils
Small and round
Like testicles
On an old dog
Pythagoras
Wouldn’t go near them
Choosing instead
To have his throat cut
Timycha too
Would rather her tongue
Severed than sit
By a campfire
With a can of beans
Containing the souls
Of the dead
Aristotle saw
In a hollow stem
A portable bog
Of unholy migration