Now that I can finally post on our blog...here is my found poem. It was composed from one of those "Cover your Cough" posters with the fun little stick figure drawings. However, it became kind of morbid when I separated the words. I tried to be like MacLeish and go with "word tensions" but it was harder than I expected. I am no Archibald.
Cover your cough
and with your surgical hands
help us to smear
what’s left of this Antibiotic waste
into the minds
of those who await, whom desperation has made careless.
And for those who await,
with their dirty white mouths
and eyes bleached clean
laying down to a collaborative project of disease;
a Resistance of lies.
Gagging in disinfected hallways
and choking behind masks,
covering the smell of disgust,
of contamination
from those who await and have waited,
only to be thrown out.
This poem is really interesting in a twisted way. I can't even figure out which parts came from the poster because it all sounds too creepy to be a part of an informational sign. It does a great job of illustrating the eeriness of the modern view that cleaner is better and I think reading into the poem could illuminate some really compelling interpretations. I like it!
ReplyDeleteYou should totally submit this poem at least to the Case literary magazine, if not to an outside magazine. If you want to chat about it, let me know!
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