Christopher Munde

Christopher Munde Poems

As if beneath the restorer's slow brush the tank's acidity is managed
Until it comes time to sear the meal to the gills: Tenderness
Begetting freshness: Investments. Goya,
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Christopher Munde Biography

He was born in Queens, NY, and completed his MFA at the University of Houston in 2008. He received an Academy of American Poets Prize that same year and was named a finalist for the Hudson Book Prize. His work has recently appeared, or is forthcoming, in Beloit Poetry Journal, Georgetown Review, Harpur Palate, The Hollins Critic, Hunger Mountain, Pebble Lake Review and elsewhere.)

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Ying-Yang Fish At La Quinta Del Sordo

As if beneath the restorer's slow brush the tank's acidity is managed
Until it comes time to sear the meal to the gills: Tenderness
Begetting freshness: Investments. Goya,

Gagged silent by the smell, by walls awash in alarming paint,
Pulls it live from the oil.
There is nothing so awake
As his eyes, rabid in Saturn's flaking face:
Tender of the crop, teeth ground flat and green.

Tenderness of the green grounds: The same awe wrung
From the young by their fathers: Tenderizers, salting (what
Mutilates the crop, what you'd never say of a child)
To prolong freshness.

The softness of everything shutting up
For Goya: The meal mouthing in its half-paralysis,
Its eyes manifold about the walls, as though scooped
From a moon's undercarriage.
All sound
Gradually carved from the hip of each ivory key.

From hours, and the calamity of workers' voices, from gentle tools
For seizing the artist's walls, these faces will only fall dimmer:

Just as the crackle of meat supersedes their eyes (shelled
And varnished), so rose trim oxidizes each painted form,
The cacophony spat gnashing over Saturn
Reading to his sons.

Christopher Munde Comments

James 02 August 2018

Really hit a nerve with me. Raw and real. Intense... I'm hooked!

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