CONVEX AND THE BODY POLITIC     [Stefanie Bennett]

 

 

After all the faux pas the living polaris

Goes on extrapolating

The Undergrowth

Of bare-arsed wars

Denser than a hare’s breath,

Lighter than

Captivity’s raw innocence.

 

We wait. We wait for the thaw in the heart

Of another derelict season

But the elements,

Like run-away children,

Outwit us.

How long it is since the cricket

Brought good tidings!

 

What I need now is the hint of laughter

And my mother’s face

Framed by the fireside.

She’d know

What to do about

Impoverishment:

The evil eye

 

Catapulting over

The moon’s rock-of-ages.

... ‘Nettle soup

                       Scalds

A despot’s whim –.’

Stark truism is

The stench that

Lingers:

 

Deafens...

 

 

 

GORILLAGRAM     [Stefanie Bennett]

 

 

... The generic-gentry

Of the synthetic age

Write trinket

Induced recitals.

 

Why is it so?

 

When work’s to be

Done, go

               - Bring out

Holderlin’s

Reaping-hook

And spade

 

... And don’t spare

The door

That’s ajar

At the furnace.