This strange thing must have crept
Right out of hell.
It resembles a bird’s foot
Worn around the cannibal’s neck.
As you hold it in your hand,
As you stab with it into a piece of meat,
It is possible to imagine the rest of the bird:
Its head which like your fist
Is large, bald, beakless, and blind.
From Selected Poems (Faber and Faber, 2004), copyright ? Charles Simic 2004, used by permission of the author and the publisher.