Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Maillardet's Automaton / when I wash my hands of her / the infallibility of human treachery



Karl Koweski remains active in the realm of the living despite having been banished back to the wilds of Alabama.  He divides his time between the kitchen and the bedroom. Karl Koweski remains active in the realm of the living despite having been banished back to the wilds of Alabama.  He divides his time between the kitchen and the bedroom.


Maillardet’s Automaton

the sky is charcoal colored construction paper
tacked above this shoe box diorama life
peopled with discarded action figures
made useless by severed thumbs
and dry-rotted rubber band guts
tiny feet glued in place
downstage from the unchanging scenery
haphazardly thrown together
with whatever’s immediately available

amidst this childish mediocrity
I am a Maillardet Automaton
skeletal with age and neglect
once fashioned by the great
creator/curator
to be a true facsimile of life
so clever in my simulations
programmed from inception
to write the identical poem
and call it Art



 
when I wash my hands of her


she fashions a crucifix
from the promises I left behind
she drags her cross great distances
parading her sorrows
down streets of witnesses
preaching a gospel of betrayal
I wrote in notebooks
not meant for zealous eyes

when she nails herself to the cross
she can recite a litany
of father figures
who have forsaken her
from the sermon of the mounted
to the bedroom of gethsemane

she was born to die for my sins




the infallibility of human treachery


the ritualistic slaughter
of a dolphin pod
by a gaggle of
adolescent Norwegians
seems a magnificent horror
for the length of time
it takes to consume
a cup of coffee

further down the line
Japanese whalers
harvest the creatures
in full view of
an appalled television actress
the screams of
whale and blonde alike
mostly ignored

the news feed is replaced
by another horror
and then another
so many tragedies
as many as the curious
are willing to click
their cursors upon

every crucifixion in Syria
every homicide in Chicago

drone strikes
and child killers
corrupt politicians
and police brutality

every instance of
mankind’s wickedness
bookended by
video clips of
cavorting kittens
so we might realize
life’s not so bad
after all



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