Mars Retrograde in Leo
Look at him, sad bully trudging
through the sludge of the vast galaxy
he likes to call his own, though it’s not.
How he wants to burn a house or a city
or a continent, chisel his anger to a searing point.
Even just to lounge in cool shade like a lion
who chased down and devoured not one
but three small deer, or children, or stupid men.
He can hear the faint lilt of his queenly mother’s voice
reminding him he might learn something from his past,
to slow down is not the same as losing a battle,
which he’s never done. He’s still mad, just wants
to inspire some countries to go nuclear, sink a battleship
filled with soldiers, help a volcano belch lava over
crowded villages and pretty middle class houses,
or at least burn a famous museum to ash. Poor bully.
Look at him dragging his sword, how it leaves
a sad trail in the ordinary dirt behind him.
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Uncle Roger Who Died in 1940 Before the Age of Two
I woke up hot, my hands sticky, my throat sore.
I cried out for Mama but Papa came and lifted me
from my small bed. I felt the lurch of his heart
under his half-buttoned work shirt. He called loud
for Mama. She heard her name laced with fear,
came running, gathered the heat of my body
from Papa’s arms and shouted for him to get the car.
Oh, how they loved me, those two,
and my thin big sister who might have been
at school or with Aunt Lena or Grandma.
I wasn’t two years old yet but I saw
doom on the doctor’s face. He had seen
so much death from flu, from sepsis, from war
wounds that wouldn’t heal. This was other,
and fierce—I could not swallow or speak.
My soul, so much older than two years,
knew I would die in my mother’s arms.
How this simple truth would cast a dark wing
over her long, long life.
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Lisa Zimmerman’s poetry collections include How the Garden Looks from Here (Violet Reed Haas Poetry Award) The Light at the Edge of Everything (Anhinga Press) and Sainted (Main Street Rag). Her poetry and fiction have appeared in SWWIM Every Day, Apple Valley Review, Cave Wall, Poet Lore, Vox Populi, Ghost Parachute, and many other journals.
