FIRST PLACE: Exploding Henry Moore
By R.M. Sulger
(on viewing the sculptures at the Speed Museum)
of a complete nation
with the flesh
Of a thousand mothers of gods.
Fortress, lagoon, I don’t remember
But here I am swimming
in serene sand.
Swallows my head,
A dainty massiveness
eating my eyes for a snack.
My chest balloons and a hail
Of children falls out of me.
They laugh. I laugh.
They stop laughing. I stop laughing.
They laugh again
And new laughter shoots from my shoes
And I am a clown with tongues for feet.
Lady Gargantua, your finger snaps
And I crawl under the whistle
Of the swing of the axe
In your fresh honed eyes
Carving me out of the blue buzzing air.