2 Poems
Kenneth Jakubas Operative Pantoum To Lake Superior Campaigning against the impressions of age, She washes up a torch each morning, arms Marshalling bits of unclear chatter, sharpened ice. Like a graveyard, she seldom gives up her dead. She washes up a torch every single morning, arms Buried to a depth called attack & evaporate. Like a graveyard, she will not easily give up on the dead. Rebroadcasts start appearing in different forms Buried to depths called attack, evaporate-- I’ve learned to use salutes in place of salutations, to cup orbs. Rebroadcasts start appearing in different forms For the untrained: water mirroring surfaces, exploded sound. Then the best blind inheritance will convene, a dozen tankers Surrounding bits of unclear chatter, sharpened ice. My pair of blue eyes: the ultramarine of the inward Campaigning against the impressions of age. The Trap You watch a mantis patrol a doorway, the molded dead Skeletons on the wood of a porch extended This playground a mold you will never zoom in on The skin of transparent cells falling, falling Shell. The corn snake loads the mousetrap A side street becomes a home Draped becomes the poem of predatory stillness Hawked saucer-eyed men looking backward Shaking heads and cicerones and a statue Without a head what good is this ______ Lights are supposed to eventually strobe So the end is apparent |
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About the Author: Kenneth Jakubas is an MFA candidate at Western Michigan University. His work is forthcoming or has appeared in Sundog Lit, Tallow Eider Quarterly, Day One, Literary Orphans, HTML Giant, and Noctua Review, among others. He lives in Kalamazoo, MI.