Even Heard (poem)
Even Heard
Nothing recently radio silence almost a fig leaf of the past
Your old friend with his bags of heirloom seeds
Took them to the farmer’s market, Sharpied a sign saying FREE
Bought tickets on the very plane they grounded
for yawing side-to-side, nose up, nose down
Stricken passengers allowed to board with hidden knives
Blood-messages on their forearms write, THY WILL BE DONE
To wake at the sound of a handvac
charged extra for spending the night
Used to example a displaceable person
Straphangers kept on their tiptoes tightening
in naked air the forensic thread willing
with maloccult rapine so red
All witness sweeping a barren corner
Will yield more cavingly than blind Iocasta
With no wish to broach recording
Animation lurches frame by stop-emotion frame
Surplus figures buzz-beamed into posability
mouth set phrases with the parts that move
All the brows and jawlines botoxed smooth
At the pinnacle, okay with Dr. Feelgood’s promise
He lied about the other thing, he lies about this
Hawks around in feathers of a vulture
As mower blades spit flesh that hangs on fences
Even Heard
Put to Sleep
Voodoo
(2019, Stephanie Foster)