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How much easier would it be to comprehend this poem if you start with its title: Fork?


Fork
This strange thing must have crept
Right out of hell.
It resembles a bird's foot
Worn around the cannibal's neck.
As you hold it in your hand,
As you stab with it into a piece of meat,
It is possible to imagine the rest of the bird
Its head which like your fist
Is large, bald, beakless and blind.

Simic, C. (2000). Early selected poems. New York: George Braziller.