spring2015

Andrew BowenDirgeA clown performs and dreams it’s tragedy;in class I stand to mumble arcane lore(a lovely girl’s eyes mock the night before);the audience laughs at the comedy.The clown plays on – he doesn’t know better –a brave man racing on a sea of wine,a serpent loathsome and vile on the vine,but Eve and Adam laugh – they know better.The class laughs for I gave the wrong answerand in despair I want to take the momentin glad, strong hands and ride until it’s spent,but wisdom says: “Not her nor her nor her.”For it’s erupting like a rush of tears,but stopped at surface by the eyes like spears.104