Matt Dennison — The Monarch Review
The Attic – Matt Dennison
Tuesday, March 7, 2017 11:52 — 5 Comments
In his workshop my landlord tells me about Poland during the war and those who refused shelter, who turned away as the trains chuffed past night and day and of the soldiers who searched the carpentry shop he and his younger brother had struggled for years to establish— how they slid like snakes into everything they owned until they discovered his best wood, hidden in the attic under rags, and how, laughing, they tossed the boards into the snow, thanked him as they loaded their truck and then torched the building. He set up another shop, without his brother, and […]
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
