Bismarck Martinez — The Monarch Review
Cutting – Bismarck Martinez
Monday, May 11, 2015 10:33 — 0 Comments
My father once brought me to the sugar fields Where the border between Haiti and our country Was not clearly marked. He handed me a machete And told me chop, and chop again, the tall stalks. I was careful at first, measuring each sweeping gesture By how far away my father stood and how much air My lungs permitted me to take in and let out. It didn’t take long for the machete to grow light in my hands. I pulled it back and struck down a cane with two swift chops Again, and again, just as he said I […]
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
