Saturday, February 21, 2015

Stefanie Bennett- Three Poems

TRACKS [June 4th 1995] for H.P.   
I voice the yielding text of antiquity
Over the international wire:
The operator keeps score
Of minutes, of millenniums.
Yes; you say. The Service
Went without a hitch.
Yes; the air-force minister
Presented the flag
You’ll gift
To the Vet’s Association.
Yes; you’ve photographed
The wreaths – the wildflowers –,
Guests flanked by medals
And ‘buddies’ flown
Down from Ontario.
Yes; Bellefontaine’s
Class of ‘38
Is there in mind, in spirit.
Next week – yes; the ashes
Will be distributed. For now
They’ll repose
Near the cameo
Of Ottis and Vittoria...
A bewailing patrol-car
Shortens the commentary.
“Phone collect... later...”
Foundling Father –, at your apex I sit
Piercing together
The tracks that survive.
Elsewhere, by petition,
The ritual and praise
Of ‘Many Flags, One Face’
Is raised
To cloud-cluster...
The prairie’s awash
In magnetic valediction.
On signal, an Eagle-bone Whistler
Delivers ‘Indios Mythos’
And the departure
To the ‘white arrow’ salute.
No! I won’t
Call ‘Collect’!
Let another
Do that...
He begins the story where
It never stops:
Bestows an oration
On a broken
Fob-watch –,
On a page
Of air –.
Poems have the right
To riot.
To cut-to-the-chase
Life’s sweetening
Bitters –,
             That is,
To cry
A little less
A lot
In the space
Of forever’s
JUDGEMENT: & The Beat Goes On  
My dear Romulus –, I must
Concur... all
These little wars
Are too cute
By far
For a pedestrian’s
Inner sanctum.
When in Rome, do
Your brothering
- Remus.
Stefanie Bennett has published several books of poetry, a novel, and a libretto. Her online poems appear with Napalm and Novocain, Illya’s Honey, Snow Monkey, Bijou Poetry Review, Eskimopie.Net., Record Magazine, VerseWrights, Shot Glass Journal and others. Of mixed ancestry [Italian/Irish/Paugussett-Shawnee], she was born in Townsville, Queensland, Australia, in 1945

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