A President’s Metamorphosis: The Force

by Stefanie Bennett / July 29th, 2018

The gardener isn’t himself today,
Tending my orchard
Instead of
The neighbour’s…
Cursing,
Fit to kill
In fluent Creole.

Bent, by prayer, it is
Reasonable
To suppose
The scythe-like
Figure
Bothers
The crab apple.

No matter what I say, he won’t
Get that fax
Off his chest – and
Green tea
Can’t pacify
Parched
Lips

… Not now. Not since
The ghost
Of Papa Doc’s
Now spoken.

Stefanie Bennett, ex-blues singer and musician, has published several books of poetry, a novel, and a libretto. She also worked with Arts Action For Peace. Of mixed ancestry [Irish/Italian/Paugussett-Shawnee] she was born in Australia in 1945. Read other articles by Stefanie.

This article was posted on Sunday, July 29th, 2018 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.