DEAF WIND
Den of inequity rocking waves
of absolute resolution.
A ceramic gull cries,
dirty as a handkerchief
stuffed in the breast pocket
of the deaf wind.
Cries laundered in a gyroscope
of filthy socks and hospital gowns.
Gull, perhaps, or filthy tomcat
scaling the palace walls
via Elizabeth’s placenta-stained nightgown.
Out, out, damned angel of retribution!
The only salvation is the salvation
of nightmares!
Care for a gentle sip?
BIOGRAPHY: Alan Britt read poems at the World Trade Center/Tribute WTC Visitor Center in Manhattan/NYC, April 2012, at the We Are You Project (WeAreYouProject.Org) Wilmer Jennings Gallery, East Village/NYC, April 2012, and at New Jersey City University's Ten Year 9/11 Commemoration in Jersey City, NJ, September 2011. His poem, "September 11, 2001," appeared in International Gallerie: Poetry in Art/Art in Poetry Issue, v13 No.2 (India): 2011. His recent book is Alone with the Terrible Universe (CypressBooks 2011).
