Joe Mundy — The Monarch Review
Tumor – Joe Mundy
Tuesday, November 26, 2013 11:37 — 0 Comments
We slept in tents on the shore of Whiskey Lake. Dean the Marine had a brain tumor. Frozen in shock, we stood around and witnessed him scream in agony as his head exploded. Finally someone threw him in a pick-up truck and off they sped. We could see the rooster tail of dust for a mile or so. Later, the rest of us sat around the campfire eating Captain Crunch and shootin’ the breeze. We were interrupted by the call of a lonely loon rolling off the water. “Sounds like Dean.†Someone nervously joked. No one laughed but the loon. […]
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
