The Duck Shit at Clarion Creek

By Idra Novey Idra Novey
We liked to stick it in a bb gun and shoot it.
We tattooed with it. We said hallelujah,
the poor man’s tanning lotion.
Then the frack wells began, something black
capping the water and we got high
watching a green-backed heron die.
We got funny at Clarion, flung
each other’s underwear into the trees.
Why was it we got naked there
and nowhere else? Maybe we knew
we were getting good and ugly, rusted inside
as the trucks we rode into the water.
Maybe we knew we only appeared
to be floating, but soon and wholly
we’d go under, and there
would be nothing of return.

Source: Poetry (January 2014).

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This poem originally appeared in the January 2014 issue of Poetry magazine

January 2014
 Idra  Novey

Biography

Idra Novey is the author of Exit, Civilian, a 2011 National Poetry Series Selection and a Best Book of 2012 by Cold Front Magazine and The Volta. She is also the author of The Next Country (2008) and the translator of several books of Brazilian poetry and a novel by Clarice Lispector.

In April 2013, Novey was  a featured writer on Harriet.

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Living, Life Choices, Activities, Sports & Outdoor Activities, Nature, Seas, Rivers, & Streams, Social Commentaries, Town & Country Life

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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