Brian Teare

(1974 / Athens, Georgia)

Dead House Sonnet - Poem by Brian Teare

house of each sentence endlessly hinged, house of each phrase
opened elegy
entirely latches, exactly latches, hasps, proliferant, endlessly opened, of
doors,
termini effigies, each noun in a house a nova of votives, wicks ashen,
burnt
them, syntax like bark that smoldered the garden in winter, nasturtiums
come summer undone verbs, burnt them, burnt tense, the present's
past, burnt
that, house of ash, house a tinge, a reek of eucalyptus oil, burnt the wild,
burnt the intractable, weedy, deep-rooted tufts of thistle's purple furze,
made
house to come down, trashed, screens slashed, jambs unplumbed,
without
doors, made drained porcelain the old forms, gave chip, gave to stain
structure, made gone what touched him, stripped paint, grain of floor,
made
gauged the gouge of form, form the firmament fallen, made whiteness
a wall, made framed the fallen lavish tragedian shadow where a picture
hung,
made what's left a nail, nib, of shadow, made it mine tongue unto
nothing,
made it quite, it query, quisling, quietude's quill, that silence : writing :
then sirens


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 20, 2014



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