3 Poems: The Fall Ball, Love The Fan, School Programming

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Economy of Action


THE FALL BALL

 

The fir tree had no

new gown for the fall ball

but at November's close

it was apparent that

only she had clothes


(to my mother)


(May all those who are facing hunger and eviction receive immediate

miracles)


LOVE THE FAN
Love the fan makes spark the fire Love focused creates form from desire Love the finescreen turns firehose to mist Love the filter sees the fallen as a saint. Love the factory where miracles are fashioned. Love the furnace freezing hearts have sought. Love the fruit tree with gifts for all laden. Love the filings on the greatest magnet caught.


(to Elizabeth Hoare, whose unusual aura is made of

high frequencies of light)


 

 

SCHOOL PROGRAMMING
Taught in school to objectify animals, to refer to them as ‘it’ rather
than ‘he’ or ‘she’. I never thought of meat as a murdered animal’s dead
body pieces although disgusted by the row of test tubes full of
different colas and pops, each with a hotdog slowly rotting inside it,
and horrified by the biology teacher’s pithing a frog in front of us
(jamming a needle into his skull, a form of lobotomy). Like some mind
control interrogater, she gave a lower grade to anyone not willing to
eat chocolate covered ants.

 

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