Sonnet № 129167
War
Sensible in most things, Girlie buys
those packs of yeast whenever she shops. She has
certain assumptions when it comes to - oh
what would you call it? - husbandry, I guess,
the order of things: a dog, a made bed,
a centerpiece, those million, no, billion lives
saved for some use I can't imagine - to trip
my hands, maybe, while looking among stacked bins
of flour, soda and sugar for - I forget
just what - for something edible, then. Or say
for one great final baking-day. Or say
we keep our peaces, the kitchen of our love
as fertile and earth-pungent as new graves,
as a bombed field. And yet we have no bread.
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"the order of things: a dog, a made bed,
a centerpiece, those million, no, billion lives
saved for some use I can't imagine - to trip
my hands, maybe..."
Who are these billion lives? a country? a nation? just people? not even human? who saved them and why?
She saves them on a top cabinet shelf, I guess. Because she fancies herself the kind of wife who bakes - I'm not sure; she's not a real person. My wife does buy and save more yeast packets than she'll ever use (I thought everyone did), but the person I was really thinking of was George Bush. Discuss.
as a scorched earth. And yet we have no bread."?
I'd prefer Peace over "peaces" only because it's a plural pitted up against a singular. Or maybe just place a period after peaces. The broken sentences make a cryptic poem even more cryptic. Your choice of symbolism and how you set the mood is great there just needs to be some more clues.
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