Gangrene Poem by Daniel Y.
Gangrene
Rating: ★4.5
Before it touches the heart…
Divorced from his wife with a surgical knife.
the gangrene has spread,
like the rot in a leg.
The useless log, hollowed out.
Now I am without an arm,
I take a prosthetic:
a poor substitute
a leg-shaped noose.
The Green-eyed Monster creeps in at the heels.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hate
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4/26/2024 10:36:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Is the green-eyed monster Iago's Beware of jealousy, my lord, it is the green-eyed monster etc.? If so there is more than a trace of marltal break-down in this poem. I'm not sure what's actually happening, some of this seems hallucinated to me. But I can't find a way into the poem tonight. I'll come back tomorrow. I just read Garcia Marquez died - what a heritage he leaves behind... But he and one of my favorite, NO, necessary poets were bitter enemies, namely, Octavio Paz. Paz's poetry is up there with Rilke, Neruda, Akhmatova, Yeats, Sachs