Next Door to the Butcher Shop
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Acclaimed singer-songwriter Rodney DeCroo's second poetry collection, Next Door to the Butcher Shop, explores the permeability of memory and uncovers heart-wrenching beauty from shadowy grit.
How quickly age
descends on us. Our memories are maps
to places that don't exist. I was an emperor
on a green lawn wearing a white sheet
and a paper crown. The birds sang my praises
from the hedges and the trees
DeCroo unsentimentally recounts moments suffused with grief, longing and loss, and offers a refreshingly unfiltered view of one's self.
I'd stand for days along the edges of expressway
to sing off-key into the screams of semi-trailers and cars
until I stood within a cocoon of silence and flashing shadows
In a deft combination of lyrical and visceral imagery, Next Door to the Butcher Shop offers a rare, sharp, first-hand perspective of life around the edges, with dark comedy dispersed throughout.
Rodney DeCroo
Rodney DeCroo is a Vancouver-based singer/songwriter and poet. Born and raised in a small coal mining town just outside Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he has called Vancouver home for years now. He has released a previous collection of poetry, Allegheny, BC (Nightwood, 2012) and seven music albums that have received critical acclaim in Canada, the USA and Europe. Music critics have named him one of Canada’s best folk/alt-country songwriters. Next Door to the Butcher Shop is his latest collection of poetry.
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Next Door to the Butcher Shop - Rodney DeCroo
I
Cargo Ships
This stinking tide swells under the moon’s
pull. The gulls scream in the blackness beyond
the shore lights. The barnacled pillars
of the pier are the hoary legs
of a huge derelict Pan blowing a weedy flute.
Singer, your song dies in the damp sand
of this condom-strewn beach. Two drunken lovers,
huddled together, scuttle past crabwise,
pulling at each other, their laughter
echoing off the bathhouses. I am a hall
of echoes with many closed rooms. My friend,
your voice grows distant as I open door
after door searching for you, each opening
to this pier, this night, the bay and the faint lights
of the cargo ships travelling away.
Imaginary Landmines
I counted twelve feathers and attached each one
to the back of my hand. Some were black as the sap
of night’s eternal tree. Others were white as the dove
thrown to the winds by the landlocked sailor
who rode the killing floods for a year and ten days.
For a moment my hand was an ostrich,
prehistoric and incapable of flight. A lizard’s eye
flicked open like a switchblade and cut the light
that ran red as a ribbon swirled in a flushed toilet.
When my stomach exploded through my throat
I knew I’d hurt myself again. I didn’t care.
I know you don’t believe me, but a war
is a war though I’m not a soldier.
I’m an imaginary landmine that steps on itself.
Black Columns
I could sleep for weeks in this bed, the black columns
of this room protecting me from the light. Indigent father
your ghost haunts the bus stations of Appalachia
seeking your cross-eyed war balladeer,
a toothless banjo resting on his hothouse knees.
The draft dodger, your brother, died thirteen times
in Canada, his ashes spread across Minnesota skies
like acid rain or grey tears returning to boyhood lakes
of eternal summer. He couldn’t repair your fractured face
or make the greased stain of your M-16 disappear.
I live in a room in a terminal city. They pay me
because my head is broken. The relentless rain
striking the windows is the faint echo of gunshots
three generations ago through the fog of Europe.
I am your son. We have earned it like a wage.
Pink Suns
Three days after she told me,
I went to Florida to visit my brother.
Or let me rephrase that: I went
there to get drunk on supermarket beer,
smoke cheap cigarettes, have drunken
fistfights over girls at the Freaky Teki Club
while they threw up in the bushes,
to get arrested outside the Piggly Wiggly
twenty-four-hour convenience store
at 2:30 a.m. for assaulting
a store clerk who called my brother
a hillbilly. My twenties, a blur of pain
and stupidity. She called my brother’s