Charles SimicのForkっていう詩なんですが読んでても いまいちなにが言いたいのかわかりません? 誰か読んで気づく点があれば教えてください☆ 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.