May 29, 2009
The Mole’s Benefaction
I grant you the applejack, a swig
of something, terminal moonshine.
The story of the louse’s nest
is that it is packed in the meticulous fur
of the blind mole, survives on the mole’s
benefaction of mammal blood. Meanwhile,
crisper apples are turned over
above ground in the coarse machinery
of the farmer’s combine, the mill, the extractor.
Who comes between us to incriminate the mole, the louse,
the Semite, his god or even math itself?
The terrain is divisive. The desert villagers’
chants remain aloof, cautionary.
We mouth them in dust and peonies.
Go ahead, douse yourself in bronze.
Muffle your abdomen in the constriction of a sarong.
Consider yourself the benefactor of small, good deeds.
As defined, the louse and the mole
may still backpedal on the math of their worth.
Sanguine rose and dog wine:
Drink the purse and coin the term.
Unreel the yarn nestled between
boots and feet. Croak your feat.
Knit the cloak of manners,
divvy up the scallions, the bread, soup.
Watch the rows grow, multiply.
Wrap our earnest daughters in a mud of embrace.
Call the whale and the goose to sea.
Eastern your memory.
Sprout the onions and the doves.
Nonsense the spaghetti in the gray marinade.
Heave the shoulders back. Row, row.
This boat departs from its dock,
salts the moorings and planks in trout and rust.
Beckon the rower come near; murmur to him,
“Untouch me, untouch me.”
The willow sinks in the atmosphere,
plants leafy ears toward murmurings
of earthworms, arthropods. Have it your way, I say.
Mulch up the carnations, blight the daisies,
command aphids from afar. Cast down the charges,
spray the leaflets. This Toyota burns me, he burns me.
Embers linger, ashen flakes rise, disappear.
Debbie Yee is an attorney, poet and arts & crafts enthusiast. A Kundiman fellow, Debbie’s poems have appeared in 32 Poems and Barn Owl Review, among others. Her poem, “Cinderella’s Last Will and Testament”, was selected for The Best American Poetry 2009.