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. Charles Simic, Selected Early Poems (George Braziller Inc., 1999)
de Cristina Fernandes e Rui Manuel Amaral