The Elephant's Chiropractor: Poems by David J. Rothman

The Elephant's Chiropractor: Poems Reviews

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  James

  Funny, musical, great manipulation of line and form, but a little wordy, corny, and/or airy in parts
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  Daniel Klawitter

  A Woman Dances
  
  In my old dream, life was an awful place,
  A loneliness, I thrashed and turned my face
  
  To granite mountains or the rich sea swell,
  My own reflection in the deepest well,
  
  And you, yet none of it did any good---
  It was a temporary neighborhood,
  
  Taxed harshly by a most efficient state,
  In which what was was the required rate.
  
  In my new dream, I stand still in a field,
  Enjoined to learn whatever makes it yield.
  
  Fog and flower, toad and worm, tall grass
  And I, concurrently have come to pass.
  
  A woman dances toward me on the earth,
  Holding a book that annotates each birth,
  
  Mine, hers, yours, its, in consonants and vowels.
  Sweet milk runs from her breasts. She paces, growls,
  
  A living wave of world. Animals sigh,
  Bark, sing, and whisper nothing at the sky.
  
  A breeze suggests this time cannot last long.
  And yet, upon that breeze, I hear the song
  
  The green day chants in its own seed: I came
  From nowhere, yet I am:
  Give me my name.