Sirens
One rapped, one tapped
with a carra, with a cock,
His gouty fingers
nakkering.
Yes, bronze from anear,
by gold from afar,
Heard steelhoofs
ringhoof ringsteel.
In a giggling peal young
bronzevoices blend,
Screaming signals to
each other;
Ah, panting, sighing,
time ever passing.
Clockhands turning. On.
Tenderness it welled:
slow, swelling.
Full it throbbed. Ha,
give! Take!
One rapped on a door,
one tapped with a knock,
With a cock carracarra.
Cockcock. Tap.
Wandering Rocks
Legs shot off by cannon
balls,
Ending their days in
some pauper ward;
If I had served my God
as I had my king,
It was probable he would
certainly call.
Pilate, old back that
owlin mob; but one
should be charitable, according to their
lights.
Unfortunate, people to
die unprepared,
Excessive for a journey
so short and cheap.
A thousand casualties.
And heartrending scenes.
Human eyes: pleading. Sanktus! Amen.
Note: Both poems are erasures from Ulysses.
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Larissa Shmailo's latest book of poetry is Medusa's Country; her new novel is Patient Women. Larissa edits the anti-Trumpism site HOWL (Humanities Opposition World League www.119wordpress.com (currently on hiatus)). Follow Larissa at her website at www.larissashmailo.com and on her Wikipedia page at https://en.wikipedia.org/
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