Saturday, September 21, 2013

The Sorry Nickel

still in my veins
the pulse of ancient seas
my kinship
with the lobe-finned fishes
        and with you

the eyes
of the lowland gorilla
her stillborn infant—
the ache in my womb
25, 000 a year
dipped in blood
so many ivory icons
of the crucifixion

remover of obstacles
up on a pedestal
surrounded by coins—
I add a sorry nickel

Atlas Poetica 14, March 2013

1 comment:

  1. Vivid and powerful work again, J. For me, "the eyes" and "elephants" strike particularly deep. How apt, the sorry nickel.