Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
Bewildered, he looks at her. She moves closer,
touches his cheek, whispers, what’s lost is ours,
The body burns its own flesh back to blazes.
So near the fire, I’m cold. Elaborate:
Drawn down from heaven, what touch mesmerizes?
1. A mother’s lifelong rage. The slow burn
of a wire behind an old house wall, its paper
ornamental to the last, going
Eugene would say, "Someone died . Time to redecorate."
Everything we owned was secondhand.
We needed to move. We were running out of space.
First, you take leave of your senses.
Then, you lose your mind
to wonder. Split the difference:
Neck pulled back. Wrists tied. Weight pops
shoulder from socket. All disjunction.
So many Judgment Days. Hell absorbs us
And consider the way they are always in progress.
Even after centuries; the way they hide
The speaker but not the voice. The sound
This is the beginning .
Almost anything can happen.
The underboat is upside down, blurred, like a reflection.
The reflection of a bridge that isn’t there.
to be the water that rocks
the boat to dreams
that tell the poor