Ekphrastics: Hole Minus Hole
A category five hurricane blasts
its way across the open sea hitting
the coastline with devastation that lasts
for decades, hurricane winds are splitting
beam and pillar, Katrina, Andrew, Ike:
All the progeny of global warming.
When Katrina hit every dam and dike
burst, flooding New Orleans, once a charming
little city: Mardi Gras, bourbon, blues,
an entire city leveled by storm,
people all across the country can choose
how much pollution they wish to let form
in landfills and the atmosphere, they could
do more than they're do and they know they should.
Ekphrastics: Le Femme Savant
A woman in a fancy shirt stands arms
crossed hostile to the spewing of climate
change deniers whose word and action harms
the environment. Each one a client
of the Fox News media octopus,
not giving a damn about what happens
to our kids. Cause floods for the platypus
and beaver. Dressed in the fancy trappings
of false science pretending to be fair
and balanced. A woman and her small child
cling to the roof of their flooded car, hair
drenched in flood water, the rivers are wild
from the endless rain of a hurricane,
humans have no one else but us to blame.
Ekphrastics: Secrets
A handprint on an ancient cavern south
of France made by some Neanderthal man
spray painting the walls with paint in his mouth
not painting according to any plan
just letting you know of his existence
forty-thousand years before anyone
would find it. His primary subsistence
was on meat and he hunted with no gun,
just his bare hands and with a wooden spear
that he would throw deftly with precision
falling elk, antelope, bison, and deer
blood flowing from the point of collision.
"I was here," he says, "and I hunted these
animals through the jungles and the trees."
Ekphrastics: The Return of Bona Dea
Grapes, sweet and delicious, hang from a branch,
full of juice, ready to fall, If these were
investment grade grapes I'd sell the first tranche
to Goldman Sachs, investments that would spur
further investment in the investment
grade grapes business, millions of dollars from
around the world would push the assessment
of grapes to fantastic new highs, though some
of the grapes would not sell for the market
price because they are not investment grade,
Moody's would take such a grape and mark it
down as a junk grape, these grapes will not trade
on the open market, you'd have to smash
through pink sheets before investing your cash.
Ekphrastics: Breasts
A woman sips on a glass of red wine
as the man across from her tells a joke,
it tickles her tummy, her tits, divine,
jiggle this way and that as her lips soak
in the blood of grapes fermented for years
in cask and bottle, in the air around
them and in their clothes and cosmetics, tears
of hazardous chemical waste abound,
from the blood of grapes to the blood in your
veins and arteries a swirling eddy
of chemicals exists, in every pore
of your skin the chemicals are ready
to kill and disrupt your metabolic
system, I'm not being hyperbolic.
"Five Poems" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
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