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You shall not eat any abhorrent thing….of those that chew the cud or have the hoof cleft you shall not eat these: the camel, the hare, and the rock badger, because they chew the cud but do not divide the hoof; they are unclean for you. And the pig, because it divides the hoof but does not chew the cud, is unclean for you. You shall not eat their meat, and you shall not touch their carcasses. Deuteronomy 14:3-8
There’s the pig, of course,
with its cloven hoof
and its failure
to ruminate, eating the slops
but not reconsidering –
over and over –
insufficiently Talmudic.
Why, though, the camel?
Bearer of so many burdens,
considering as he walks.
And the hare:
thinking and thinking
as it nibbles the pale grass?
But my heart goes out
to the rock badger.
Fierce in its independent
ruminations. It was a badger,
I think, we struck on I-80 –
no – grazed, dazed. We watched
it lumber into the swale,
then up and off.
We never saw it again.
Maybe it lived
a long, abhorrent life
among the roots and shaley rocks
of northern Pennsylvania.
Maybe God, too, reconsidered
and, at last, as shadows
lengthened into dusk,
gathered the forbidden carcass
into the open, cloven
parting of his arms.
From Each Perfected Name (Truman State). Copyright 2015 Richard St. John.
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