Poem for June 7
June 16, 2012 § Leave a comment
Gorbachev Moon, the red template of a
sickle in the jazzy spheres.
Take off the top of this
distinctive hand-crafted item.
Inside this idea
there is another idea.
To whom does this
idea belong? and that one?
Are there animals in the moon?
Sir, the moon is made of green cheese.
The secular apple of populism beans us all.
I will paint your name on the egg of obverse earth.
-Caroline Knox, from A Beaker: New and Selected Poems (Verse Press, 2002).