Poetry Jacqueline Michaud — August 1, 2011 13:16 — 0 Comments
Topical – Jacqueline Michaud
They watch the breaking news, a Report from
Misrata on Al-jezeera English,
Qaddafi’s forces bombing that city,
killing countless men, women, children, but
the raw video is too raw, they gasp,
hold their breath, and quickly open YouTube
for the latest uploaded video
they’ve yet to see: astonishing footage,
really, of an adorable puppy,
a remarkable Pomeranian
that was trained to stand on its hind legs, sing
“I love mamma.â€Â It’s free now, but they know
this can’t last; the day surely will come when
YouTube begins charging for its content.
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