What Rough Beast | Poem for May 31, 2018

Mary B. Moore
Unheroic Couplets

Shading your eyes, one hand for awning,
you pose, Nelsonian, legs spread

on the prow of Determination,
Enterprise, the gunship You. Turner

might have painted it.
The bridge’s bully pulpit suits you,

but the animal body undoes the op:
you yawn. If only you’d done more recon,

could command at least the body’s ship.
Never mind. Your pupils pinpoint

in the light reflection multiplies
off the wimpling and dimpling water—

Is it like a nun, a woman? It seems
all surface anyway, your domain.

Four cormorants bob up, then dive; a stink
of kelp ribbons and bulbs the sea

in olive green, a drab birthday’s
decor, or a crab’s; an egret

so white he could launch a new spectrum
sedillas by. You are emperor

of seems and looks,
but the sea’s all one down

to the drowned. You sea-saw
on the tidings already,

small bottle, little man,
your mouth a yawn.

 

 

Mary B. Moore  is the author of Amanda and the Man Soul (Emrys Press, 2017) winner of the Emrys Press poetry chapbook competition, selected by Dorianne Laux;  Flicker (Broadkill River Press, 2016), winner of the Dogfish Head Poetry prize, judged by Carol Frost, Baron Wormser, and Jan Beatty; Eating the Light (Sable Books 2016), winner of the Sable Books Chapbook Contest, judged by Allison Joseph; and The Book Of Snow (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 1998). Recent work appears in Georgia Review, Gettysburg Review, Nimrod, Fire and Rain, Ecopoetry of California, Orison’s 2017 anthology, Poem/Memoir/Story, the Nasty Women Anthology, Minerva Rising, and Cider Press Review Best of Volume 16. Her website is marybmoorepoetry.com.

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