tanka

tanka--
small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

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

Ganesha,
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.

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