crush
“In 1910 Dr. Napoleone Burdizzo, an Italian veterinary surgeon, invented the instrument
which carries his name... It is used to crush the spermatic cord within the scrotum,
resulting in testicular atrophy within about 40 days.”
— Robert Zufall, “Use of Burdizzo Clamp to Crush Vas”, The
Journal of Urology, vol 80, No 3, September 1958
i didn’t want him killed
only crushed just enough
that he would learn to exhale
the same stale breath of despair
he had filled me with over time
i used to picture the scene
hark at the creak of the shed
door, shiver at the quiver of
the straw shred
caught on his roped shoulder
the spill of light pricking
eyes after all that darkness a
soft whimper
warming the chill night air
his shrivelling truths laid bare
the truth is i just needed someone
to crush his tiny mind but mine was
too inconvenient a truth at the
time too easily
brushed aside
unlike this rancid exhalation in my
ear for all these years “no-one
will believe you” his
inconvenient truth always
trumping mine
last night i heard undeniable
creaks in the dark
shuffles of small feet the smack of a stick
in a soft palm
a gaping grate of rusted metal
the sounds of countless
inconvenient truths
assembling for a reckoning
Irish-Australian, Anne Casey is author of where the lost things go (Salmon Poetry 2017, 2nd ed 2018) and out of emptied cups (Salmon Poetry, forthcoming in June 2019). Senior Poetry Editor of Other Terrain and Backstory literary journals (Swinburne University, Melbourne), she has won/shortlisted for poetry awards in Ireland, USA, UK, Canada and Australia. Poems in— The Irish Times, Entropy, apt, Murmur House, Quiddity, Cordite, Burning House Press, and elsewhere. Website:. www.anne-casey.com; Twitter: @1annecasey