Sarah Sarai
Are the Roses Doing Nothing?
It could be an eel is not a trope
(oh?) but why a chrysanthemum
by the Virgin’s bare feet curved like
our ruined desert horizon, why
embellishment to the sung Mass
so enchanting to the serpent hissing
at Our Lady’s conquest of indifference.
I understand speech and its figurines
devote my accursed contraption:
(right ventricle and left plus
atria aorta, a pulmonary artery).
And if I don’t understand
I feel my frantic grasp of Life
(the beach ball circling Death
who just stands there, right there,
see him, the activities director
focusing the small us, you and me,
on a passage requiring four elements
and choreography and the pleiad).
As you sleep, two quail the shivering
brown of a fawn wait in shadow.
Mary and Serpentes call it a day
just like God did and what follows
is something Shakespeare’d call night
and I call the unmythology of two people
tending a garden one late afternoon.
tending a garden one late afternoon.
Our Pointillist Galaxy
Throw myth and a caution to the midnight sapphire,
light the stuck fires to warm goddesses and their rapists.
In our sky, women not ignored.
Make the velvet town square an eternal reckoning
(a way to find your way).
Mars raped Rhea Silvia (well that’s that)
(that’s Romulus and Remus).
The West was born into crime.
Legend’s old as lust, doomed as
pride embedded in our helix vining up a trellis, tra-la.
Elevation’s for a few good women and
holies and what a word it is
strolling our red carpet tongues.
We overly love standard bearers
and our gestures not enough.
Every achievement is against the odds.
Oh my and tra-la.
Detail unambiguities of venality.
Set it right. We’re feral. No one’s perfect.
Look up, up.
Look up, up.
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Of Sarah Sarai's collection, The Future Is Happy (BlazeVOX), Gerald Schwartz wrote, "the confrontation and interactions with an emotional life gives the author's poems a nervy, discomfiting vitality. Their very rawness and urgency bring these poems to a kind of transcendence." Poems in Threepenny Review, Parthenon West, Mississippi Review, and others; a chapbook soon from Loose Gravel Press. She lives in her New York and dreams of her California .
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RECONFIGURATIONS: A Journal for Poetics & Poetry / Literature & Culture, http://reconfigurations.blogspot.com/, ISSN: 1938-3592, Volume 4 (2010): Emergence
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