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“Ultrasound” by A.E. Stallings
What butterfly—
Brain, soul, or both—
Unfurls here, pallid
As a moth?
(Listen, here’s
Another ticker,
Counting under
Mine, and quicker.)
In this cave
What flickers fall,
Adumbrated
On the wall?
Spine like beads
Strung on a wire,
Abacus
Of our desire,
Moon-face where
Two shadows rhyme,
Two moving hands
That tell the time.
I am the room
The future owns,
The darkness where
It grows its bones.
(From 32 Poems.)
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Messiah complex
This may be my favorite-est poem I’ve ever posted here. It’s killer. A.E. Stallings is unstoppable.
Well, I like it. It’s got robustness. It’s got soul.
I especially like the last stanza.
There is a punch that words can deliver.
This does.
I’m not sure what is is actually about, although I could conjecture but will keep that to myself.
I just like the thing.
Well, I DO know overall what it is about (an ultrasound); just not sure of every bit of the imagery. But again, I like it.
HSK at #1 — I couldn’t agree more. Meticulously gorgeous.
Wow! I’m blown away. It is equisite.
I like the third stanza. It’s an allusion to Socrates’s Allegory of the Cave in Plato’s Republic, I think.
Thank goodness for the title! It is awesome as is a baby in one’s womb!!