A CATFUL OF BUTTERMILK - William Miller Poems


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it 's a bird, it 's a plane, it 's a
pain in the neck, it 's a thorn
in the flesh, it 's


nothing, a family saying, like for
enough is enough, enough already! yoysher!
a bellyful, something turning queasy, storm
brewing, gorge rising, that 's when
you say enough is a
catful of buttermilk

when you 've got a spirit
ache like an ague
of the bones, when the sky
pushes down like the
lid of a garbage-can and all
words ring down a fall of
lead nickels, the old
gnaw their gums and blink and the
wind is a wolves' bite in the thigh

the hue and cry out at the graves
of the unnumbered
dead riding in their careers
in turn howling a hollow
tolling from hell
                             can we
crawl down to the cat from here
and the buttermilk?

Prince, President, Prime
minister, Premier, Potentate,
Pontifex, Pasha, Panjandrum & Pooh-bah, ah
the hell with it, it 's a
catful of buttermilk