from: Personal and Impersonal: Six Aesthetic Realists: Louis Dienes

 

 

 

  CRATERS

Strands of uncooked macaroni hanging from the ceiling
Rustle in the breeze made by the passing of dive bombers.

Tomatoes vibrate to their cores
From the sound of those planes
And from the rustling of those strands of macaroni;
Cows close their eyes and shudder,
Men blaspheme; a hippopotamus, ruminating
About the long swaying strands and about
The quietness of the bottom of its pond,
Expires from fright. Strange forces
Swarm about the walls, the windows,
The chimneys, and the old and new
Bomb craters...
Light from the sun.

Personal & Impersonal (New York: Defintion Press, 1959)

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