"A Rooster in Tepoztlán" by Paul Muldoon

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1 Confirmed in their belief there's still a need for worship prior to Lauds, the street-dog choristers   insist on how any three of them form a quorum. However great the din   they're eventually forced to cede their urine-soaked sod to a single rooster,   his beak the prow of an imperial quinquereme at the break of dawn.   2 Not that a rooster ever rues the day of days he first lowered the tone   by kicking up a fuss. He specializes in splutter and spout. Sometimes the bearer   becomes the bad news, as when Augustus would parlay      the cult of Diana   at Ephesus into the out-and-out worship of himself as Emperor.                            3 A rooster will pay cash on the barrel to join the Praetorian Guard but the flanking eagles betoken   our throwing off one yoke even as we take on fresh burdens. Left to his own devices, a rooster will don   the kind of gaudy apparel more often associated with the bard— the three-quarter-length tuigen             or "feather-cloak." That he has a sense of his own importance is hardly something he'll deny.   4 That wattle-ear was sliced off a slave by the self-same Simon Peter   who'd cover it with a tissue of lies… The blue gel, the iodine,   the ice-pack ice. The pigs who've had a close shave in the abattoir   are in such a daze they can't tell Gethsemane from the Garden of Eden.   5 The rooster's claws are tempered by calcium derived from the forearm of a devotee of Saint Francis Xavier   going for broke as he sawed the heart from a yucca or agave. The rooster himself would never deign   to take a shortcut to Elysium via fermented sap. Beating his breast on a farm is learned behavior   but the tendency to stroke his own ego                             is pretty much baked into his DNA.   6 From the top of the rubbish tip on which he's parked he rubbishes any duenna   trying to pull rank. His hens are rumpled. Raggedy-ass. Most statements issued from his pilaster   of slow-cured adobe are followed by an exclamation mark! A sheet of corrugated tin   is his main plank. "When oh when," he blubbers, "will this cup pass?" All bully-pulpitry. All bluster.   7 For it's very rarely a cup of joy, the cup that runneth over.   More a seed-bleed from the agave's once-in-a-lifetime pod. More a fairground tune   from a wind-up toy winding us up for what seems forever.   Till the street-dogs have once again treed a god somewhere on the outskirts of town.                Copyright © 2018 Paul Muldoon. Used with permission of the author. About This Poem   "I have had the pleasure several times of teaching at Under the Volcano, a writing program in the beautiful Mexican town of Tepoztlán. Tepoztlán is known mostly as being the birthplace of Quetzalcoatl and the location for the first version of The Magnificent Seven. This past January, however, I found myself writing about the dogs and roosters in which the town most evidently abounds. At one level, I kept asking myself if the world really needs another rooster poem. Probably not. Even so, here it is." —Paul Muldoon   Paul Muldoon's most recent book is Selected Poems 1968–2014 (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2016). He is the Howard G.B. Clark Professor at Princeton University, where he has taught for thirty years. He lives in New York City and Sharon Springs, New York.   Photo credit: Oliver Morris Poetry by Muldoon   Selected Poems 1968–2014 (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2016) "Read Your Fate" by Charles Simic "San Sepolcro" by Jorie Graham "The Tinajera Notebook" by Forrest Gander April Guest Editor: Tracy K. Smith   Thanks to Tracy K. Smith, United States poet laureate and author of Life on Mars (Graywolf Press, 2011), who curated Poem-a-Day this month. Read more about Smith and our other guest editors for the year. Help Support Poem-a-Day   If you value Poem-a-Day, please consider a monthly donation or one-time gift to help make it possible. Poem-a-Day is the only digital series publishing new, previously unpublished work by today's poets each weekday morning. The free series, which also features a curated selection of classic poems on weekends, reaches 450,000+ readers daily. Thank you! Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038