Comments about Denise Antoni
Rocks; a roiling vortex. Then, a lull and the first frozen breath
Of the ghost-ridden Antarctic.
A cold-sweated vessel with depleted cargo
Exhaling smoke and death
Pitches Southerly towards the underworld.
Surfacing now, the foetal beast heaves
Its cleft hoof, its matted pelt, into view. The diptych
Keel of a strange bird, whose haunted largo