Daumier’s feculent caricatures, A glossy nightmare behind the glass, Because the rows, the typed labels, The industrial panes are what we require To keep them from waking, speaking, Compelling us to stay away from waterlilies And Notre Dame in every painstaking blue. The clay skulls stillbirths in his hands. They ape gargoyles with mouths shaped […]
Psalm that will never be set to music
What happened to the rat, What hast Thou wrought From on high, that laid her so low, Curled around herself like a nautilus? Her tail pointing to a distance we cannot traverse, Her tail repellent, ringed like the center of an oak, The oak we all honor, Thy hand evident In its roots, its spreading […]
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