27 October 2006



Like when Murray Nightingale
brought a cow's heart to school
in a big pickle jar. His dad
owned a slaughterhouse so Murray
was always bringing parts of cows
to school. The heart was white
and the jar afloat with sediment.
In Murray's speech about the invasion
of Czechoslovakia, he said that as
the tanks rolled through the streets,
the Czechs lined the curbs
with "grims" on their faces. Or
was that Clifford Snider,
or Cy Stanway, or little Gary Weinberg?
A few years later, Mr. Joshua had us
spit into test tubes. I ask him
about the sediment on the bottom.
"That's mucus," said Mr. Joshua.
Today I find I have fewer friends
every ten minutes. They flee
my hideous crimes and what they leave behind
is that a better poet than me
would insert a really good sediment
metaphor right here. (Or, more poignantly,

27 October 2006


At October 27, 2006 5:27 pm , Blogger roxword said...

i love your sediment, she cooed. you have your way words.

At October 27, 2006 10:55 pm , Anonymous Anonymous said...

In Czechoslovakia they brew Pilsner Urquell, the first clear beer. No sediment.

Good to have you back Stu.

At August 29, 2007 10:43 pm , Anonymous Anonymous said...

I have written poems but have never been in one. How much I remember Murray and Gary (of blessed memory?) and Cliff. Very evocative.

Cy Stanway


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