Monday, May 30, 2016

Rae Armantrout, Two Poems


Execution Grass, image by Irene Koronas



         EXECUTION


The way
a new blade
steadies itself
as it slowly
unfurls.

It’s not glazed
donuts or

it is.


     *

Gray and silver
bellies
of clouds, sun-slit.

Power  lines swooping
out and in. Ridiculous!

“People are happy
when their lives have purpose,”

some plan
to execute.


    
     EACH


To say “I”
am my “own”
anti-particle
makes no sense –
though


     *

This white fuzz-ball
atop each
rubber-hose thick
bolted stalk
of onion
which leans out
away from the rest



—Rae Armantrout

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