Our first selection is from an old pal of ours whose work has graced these pages before. John J. Trause consistently writes intellectual, engaging, and witty poems that it is our distinct pleasure to carry. Behold his poem, “Snip Snip Snip”
Snip Snip Snip
(A Day In Messidor)
“What wonder, then, fair nymph, thy hairs should feel
The conqu’ring force of unresisted steel?”
The Rape of the Lock
1
On long summer days—
What days?
Hot days,
I’m all too conscious of my long hair—
What hair?
The hair on my head—
What hair?
My thick long hair,
My untouched hair.
What sort of woman was Fenelon?
2
Yes, my hair needs a cutting—it’s long once again,
Surrendering,
Bending my head
In that mechanical chair,
That cold, mechanical chair,
I thought of Fenelon, that spry figure among the
barracks,
I thought of Fenelon, that spry figure among the
barracks,
Amid the clippings (ready to be harvested),
With “Allons, enfants de la patrie” etched in her heart
(Though scratched in her larynx)—
And branded in her eyes:
ARBEIT MACHT FREI
And of Albert Anastasia spilled on the floor
Amid the clippings.
I too am there
Among the steel, among the hair, among….
plόκαμοι
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