Mantis
Religiosa
…Creation’s
final law—/…Nature, red in tooth and claw, Alfred Lord Tennyson
Chitinous,
cassocked devotee
not
red but green in tooth and claw,
adheres
to the oldest law
and
executes it to a T.
With
six stereoscopic eyes,
and
arms like barbed harpoons
it
spends midsummer afternoons
impaling
birds and butterflies.
This
affectless prim prelate,
employing
a serrated bite,
accommodates
its appetite
by
blithely dining on its mate.
To
whom does the mantis pray,
and
what truth does it prophesy?
The
truth of kill and eat or die?
As
for its prayer, no one can say.
Edison Jennings
Edison Jennings is a single father,
veteran, and occasional teacher living in the western Appalachian region of
Virginia. His poetry has appeared in a variety of journals and anthologies,
including Boulevard, Kenyon Review, Poetry Daily, River
Styx, Slate, Southern Review, Southwest Review, and TriQuarterly.
His chapbook, Reckoning, is available through Jacar Press. His second chapbook,
A Letter to Greta, will be published later this year.
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This poem deftly moves across levels. The minute detail focuses my mind on the mantis. The ultimate question takes me beyond the minutiae. The clarity is a treat.
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