Poem of the Day
Study of Children
By Asha Futterman
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
Fantastic to be Lowry by proxy,
Confabulating him; to stand tongue-tied
In awe of yourself; to hold epoxy-
Mortared by macerated wood-pulp effluvium,
a paper palace hangs.
The young queen spun her eggs and hatched her grunts.
This is my lawn. I planted it, I grew it,
and I work hard ensuring it’s attractive.
I keep it clear of every type of pest.
in the black hood,
come! Pierce
my heart
Tonight I can’t remember why
everything is permitted or,
what amounts to the same thing,
The courtroom, clad in wood veneer,
could be a lesser pharaoh’s tomb
equipped for immortality.
i work for the deputy mayor
of the city of troy
hello, this is paris
i used to teach in cambridge, i’m from whitehall
everything we do is pretty much archaic
besides not being from ancient troy
helen bailey hails from australia
I have had the courage to look back
At the dead bodies of my days