This raw-boned word
was born to Brunhilde
and Richard Wagner
in Bear Dance, Montana,
where it still lives.
It has the gruesome smile
of Ivan the Terrible.
Its scowl makes floor tiles
curl and smoke.
Its voice is
a slow certain rumble.
It has the starlight eyes
of a prophet.
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Post Published: 12 September 2011
Author: David Kowalczyk
Found in section:
Poetry
David Kowalczyk lives and writes in the small cannery town of Oakfield, New York. His poetry and fiction have been published in seven anthologies and over a hundred magazines and journals, including Taj Mahal Review, The Delinquent, The Maynard, and California Quarterly. He has taught English in South Korea and Mexico as well as at Arizona State University.
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