woodcut by Mary R. Gould
BLANK MIRROR
Hobo & Henry (mirror lakes of ice)
hunker down by the Miss
in apocalyptic freeze.
Global worming – ain’t nice,
offers Hobo. Henry stands on a log
of spongy cottonwood,
to speechify. I would
gather everyone in D.C. – slug
it out with themeny! Hobo : Who he?
King Henny Gowanabe?
Beware Coatlicue,
m’deer! She got that panoply
um rattlesnakes & wild hogs,
rootin’ all around –
Iagoons, Macboars... ground
Z for Camazone swamp hellhound dogs!
In the blank mirror of unconsciousness
the stone-cold powers
& the lotus-flowers
collide in a collusion... Heartlessness,
she mutters. Hobo sunk down.
Cheer up, old boy,
sez Hank. My Book of J
opines beneath Cordelia’s Crown;
she shone me that Madonna del Parto
flaring like Indian mound –
high Sophie’s dancing ground
(who shall restore our humane Beneficio).
1.30.19
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