Poetry

July 28, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

 

 

By

Alejandro Escudé

 

 

Twelve Lines

 

 

Glistening in the scum, each worm

 

writhes over another to reach the top.

 

Some have ideology, others faith, still

 

others bank accounts, dividends, profit.

 

Swirling in the narrow, twisted shaft,

 

mourning some loss even after a win,

 

faces contorted, eyes like burnt thumbs.

 

Our cameras have become a language

 

less meaningful with each occasion.

 

Our text a pill to soothe the wildness,

 

a scythe for human grass. Our bombs

 

cold in their old, corroded chambers.

 

 

 

 

 

Alejandro Escudé

Alejandro Escudé

Alejandro Escudé’s first book of poems, My Earthbound Eye, was published in September 2013. He holds a master’s degree in creative writing from UC Davis and teaches English. Originally from Argentina, Alejandro lives in Los Angeles with his wife and two children.

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