Mobius Poem: News From a Warzone - David Beckman

[Larry Robinson]

Mobius Poem: News From a Warzone
			
	earth desiccates, a smoking bollard
as trees spindle, rivers plug, stones rivulate, 
oceans twist, clouds spike, bugs form 

battalions and crustaceans build cities 
of horn. Feather-shorn birds scag west 
then back, beaks dripping orange wax

while, clammed in this room where mind meets
fire I drink foamed spider milk and hallucinate 
a voice hitting lowest of raspy blood-notes. 

Bipeds carcinogate, fingers clawing, 
eyes leaking as feet go retro to webbed 
toes that break like the snapping wishbone

all those Thanksgivings ago, remember?  
(That aromatic fern bank, those oak leaves 
falling.) Below my window organs trail 

from trellises where late the rose buds clung. 
As the moon’s face hardens, suspended like a hanged 
	innocent, promise me you’ll report that


	- David Beckman