Leave it to Samson

Who else would seek out the body 
of an old battle, lion foe, & find 
entwined in the bone cage a hive of new, 

heart & lungs now floor to honey- 
filled storage rooms, waxen—before 
his downfall & blindness, & blindness 

the strength needed to reach
through sun-faded fur into a rotting, 
fetid carcass. But I do this, too—

thrust both hands in deep, desperate 
for something sweet in the remains.


MICHELE PARKER RANDALL is the author of Museum of Everyday Life (Kelsay Books, 2015). Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Nimrod International Journal, Atlanta Review, Bellevue Literary Review, and elsewhere.   

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