You grit an antebellum smile
Of broken teacups
The handles jutting from the sherds
With fingerbone accusation
I will sigh
Quite previous
Knowing that you drive
A vacuum like a Trojan horse
The sink as furied as any
Sea wracked by angry gods
In the Peloponnesus
Thinking on the poetic remains
Of Lucretia Maria Davidson
(Lea and Blanchard, 1841)
How brief and late she was
I suppose we must cross
A sardonic gulf
The sweet and salt of anchovies
That I never thought was any kind of fish
At Pompeii’s, the Neapolitan with that noisome taste
Of strawberries grown too long
Over poets’ graves
All sobriquets and jokes
Etched in Roman letters
Read as much with laughter
As dismay
About the Creator
C S Hughes
C S Hughes grew up on the edges of sea glass cities and dust red towns. He has been published online and on paper. His work tends to the lurid, and sometimes to the ludicrous, but seeks beauty in all its ecstasy and artifice.
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