Monstrous news from the United States of America: an American poet, Renée
Nicole Macklin, was brutally butchered by anti-immigration
militias set up by Trump. As usual, television and newspapers—CNN in this
case—neutralize the tragic scope of the event: she is described as a loving
mother who “loved to sing and write poetry.”
The loving mother wrote this:
“On
Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs”
i want back my rocking chairs,
solipsist sunsets,
& coastal jungle sounds that are tercets from cicadas and
pentameter from the hairy legs of cockroaches.
i’ve donated bibles to thrift stores
(mashed them in plastic trash bags with an acidic himalayan salt
lamp—the post-baptism bibles, the ones plucked from street corners from the
meaty hands of zealots, the dumbed-down, easy-to-read, parasitic kind):
remember more the slick rubber smell of high gloss biology
textbook pictures; they burned the hairs inside my nostrils,
& salt & ink that rubbed off on my palms.
under clippings of the moon at two forty five AM I
study&repeat
ribosom
endoplasmic—
lactic
acid
stamen
at the IHOP on the corner of powers and stetson hills—
i repeated & scribbled until it picked its way &
stagnated somewhere i can’t point to anymore, maybe my gut—
maybe there in-between my pancreas & large intestine is the
piddly brook of my soul.
it’s the ruler by which i reduce all things now; hard-edged
& splintering from knowledge that used to sit, a cloth against fevered
forehead.
can i let them both be? this fickle faith and this college science
that heckles from the back of the classroom
now i can’t believe—
that
the bible and qur’an and bhagavad gita are sliding long hairs behind my ear
like mom used to & exhaling from their mouths “make room for
wonder”—
all my understanding dribbles down the chin onto the chest &
is summarized as:
life is merely
to ovum and sperm
and where those two meet
and how often and
how well
and what dies there.
***
Let everyone draw their own conclusions. For us mythorealists, it is
clear: the masks come off in this ballet of drunken zombies and these masks are singing: "The United States
of America, a country of democracy and freedom, a perfect model for the world".
Ettore Fobo and The
Mythorealist Laboratory
