Tuesday, 5 May 2015

3 Poems by L. G. Corey

THE UNMOVED MOVER 

The shadow in the woodshed
sees without being seen,
hears without being heard,
touches without being touched. 

The shadow at the top of the stairs,
the shadow in the closet,
the shadow gathering dust in the attic 

scratch at the doors,
snuffle behind the closed doors,
spy through the keyholes of locked doors. 

They smell our thoughts,
taste our feelings,
suck out our eyes. 

"Bring out the dead!" 

they cry from the woodshed,
from the top of the stairs,
from behind the locked doors. 

"Bring out the dead!" 

they call from the attic.
(Gathering dust in the attic.) 

And they write on the mirrors,
they write on the walls,
they write on our foreheads, 

while we smile in our sleep
and the cracked egg falls. 


KINDERTOTENLIEDER 

      In Memory of Gustav Mahler 

Under the under.
Above the above. 

A hand touches.
A word startles. 

Empty nests
hang from branches
like bitter fruit. 

And what remains
fills the vacuum
of an open mouth crying, 

Woe! Woe! 

and a poisoned well
where the children drink. 

And bread
coming up from the ground
to grab its brother Cain by the wrist. 

Dead swans and dying crows
litter the lily ponds
where once there were toads
croaking jub-jub to dirty ears 

that heard nothing,
understood nothing 

except a far off cricket
in a bamboo cage, 

and the open mouth
of a poisoned well wailing, 

Woe!
Woe!
Woe! 


THE LAWS OF PHYSICS 

A body in motion
tends to stay in motion 

on another motionless body 

floating, motionless,
at the bottom of a puddle
of sea-foam floating
to the surface of the sea, 

endlessly rocking.


Bionote

L. G. Corey has published one poetry collection, The Kalidas Verses, last February. Another, Rats’ Alley Poems (which takes its title from The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot, to whom the collection is dedicated), will be published sometime in early 2016.

In addition, his work appears in literary magazines such as Chaffey Review, Empty Sink, Snapping Twig, Corvus, Screech Owl, Hot Tub Astronaut, and Pif. Over the years it’s also been published in Evergreen Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, Midstream, Choice, the Critic, and Zeek.

Larry turned 80 last November.


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