The Anatomy of My Debris
This delirious poem is an embodiment of trash.
It has arms and legs a head
a drooling head
its feet clomp from the weight of being
the body contorts from
the pain of being discarded.
The eyes pressed into this fool face are plastic caps.
The hair on this clumsy head is composite small bits of plastic line
weed whacking line fish line
plastic tabs and pulls and cable ties.
This debris is a work of art.
This debris is an artist with cigarette butt fingers
and gumchew toes,
sunscreen sluffing skin –
tear off float off sheets of greasy coral-killing skin.
A rain of the artist pilfers resources clogs
seas and bays and rivers and our home stream
chokes off the ocean of all creation
shedding bits of garbage from the cloak of its being like Appleseed.
Dear gods can’t we burn this body as an offering?
The rank and the poisonous and the forlorn given up to you?
Let our crooked smokes climb to your nostrils through the black ruined air.
Let us be rid of everything.
©2022 Henry Stanton All rights reserved.
Henry Stanton is a painter and a writer of poetry and fiction with a studio in Old Ellicott City, Maryland. His paintings, poems and fiction have appeared widely in print and online journals– most recently in Closed Eye Open, Door in The Floor, High Shelf Press, Poets Espresso Review and Tiny Seed Journal. His most recent published books include Moonbird, published by Cathexis Northwest Press, and The Reluctant Spirit published by Holy & Intoxicated Press. The Way Thru, a book of poems, and The River of What Was, a book of short stories, are scheduled to be published in 2022. A selection of paintings, poetry and fiction can be found at http://www.brightportfal.com.
Sculpture From Reclaimed Debris