Ceremonial: Heart of the Trottered Beast

Ceremonial: Heart of the Trottered Beast



Little elbow of pleasure

in the eating dress.


The animal needs room,

even if unchurched


yet beautiful. I never

considered the cathedral


a body needing to break.

I lay the trottered down.


Pestle the eyes, opaque

in vision. As soon as


I take the cloth to clean

the sockets, the organs play


their last bright notes.

Terrible the sounds


of gobbledom.

Slice the gut. Dig


the ticking thing out:

Sacrament. Blood lyre.


I wipe my tongue of it.



Carly Joy Miller's work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Adroit JournalBlackbirdBoston ReviewThird CoastVinyl Poetry, and elsewhere. She has been nominated for a Pushcart and was a finalist for the Stadler Fellowship. She is a contributing editor for Poetry International and a founding editor of Locked Horn Press. 


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