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Joe Cyr
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art by jared barbick

Born in Connecticut, Joe Cyr is now retired in Sarasota, Florida where he spends his time writing poetry and children's stories, doing volunteer work with the DAV, tutoring high-school math students, and engaging in various other volunteer activities.
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The Foie-gras Factory at La Landelle

On our sojourn at La Landelle in green pastoral France,
we toured the foie-gras factory, which makes delicious things.
Here, pallid, mute lethargic ducks endure a force-feed dance,
disagreeing at the outset with but a fuss of wings.

Within the foie-gras factory, which makes delicious things,
ducks with bloated guts gorge frequently from the stuffing chutes,
disagreeing at the outset with but a fuss of wings,
endure grain pumped into them by feeders in rubber boots.

Ducks with bloated guts gorge frequently from the stuffing chutes.
Curiously (or perhaps not), only the canards male
endure grain pumped into them, by feeders in rubber boots.
All drakes a half-year from the egg visit the killing rail.

Curiously (or perhaps not), only the canards male
may tour the foie-gras factory, which makes delicious things.
All drakes a half-year from the egg visit the killing rail
on their sojourn at La Landelle in green pastoral France.

copyright 2006 Joe Cyr