Poems of the Week

Cenamantics

by Nora Jay

John Cena, who plays a deadly assassin in The Fast and the Furious 9,
“apologised for calling Taiwan ‘a country’ in an interview he gave to a Taiwanese broadcaster early
this month, saying that it was not appropriate.
‘I made a mistake, I must say right now. It’s so so so so so so important, I love and respect Chinese
people,’ Cena said to his 600,000 fans on his Chinese Weibo account. ‘I’m very sorry for my mistakes.
Sorry. Sorry. I’m really sorry. You have to understand that I love and respect China and Chinese people.’”

The Guardian

His abdomen rustles,
His pectorals shine;
With so many muscles,
There’s no room for spine.

Vehicles of Faith

by Alex Steelsmith

“A Waymo minivan also made an aggressive turn at a green light that we would have never taken.
Another failed to go the requested location, dropping us off about a four-minute walk away.”

ABC News

Heltery-skeltery
self-driving vehicles
will, though their prototypes
keep us entranced,

rattle our faith in their
practicability
till the technology’s
way mo’ advanced.

Astro-nomenclature

by Dan Campion

“Who’s an astronaut as private spaceflight picks up speed?”
AP

I asked my teacher, as a lad
(A ’50s sci-fi nerd),
How “astronaut” was spelled. My bad.
She said, “There’s no such word.”

Imagine! Well, I had to punt.
“A space cadet,” I guess
I wrote. Now scribes again must hunt,
Like me under duress,

For alternates to “astronaut,”
Which rose to honorific
That many claim should not be bought,
But earned by trials terrific

Mere ticket holders have not passed.
“Space tourists”? “Loads that pay”?
When first-stage engines start to blast,
Let’s say, “shipmates who pray.”

Sexicon

by Eddie Aderne

“English dictionary of ancient Greek ‘spares no blushes’ …
The verb χέζω (chezo), translated by Liddell and Scott as ‘ease oneself, do one’s need’,
is defined in the new dictionary as ‘to defecate’ and translated as ‘to shit’; …
βίνέω (bineo) is no longer ‘inire, coire, of illicit intercourse’, but ‘fuck’; λαικάζω (laikazo),
in the 19th-century dictionary translated as ‘to wench’, is now defined as ‘perform fellatio’
and translated as ‘suck cocks’. …[One of the editors, Professor James] Diggle said.
‘We use contemporary English.’”
The Guardian

Professor James Diggle refuses to niggle:
The verb represented as chezo
He scorns to misread as mere “doing one’s need,”
Just because the Victorians said so.

For Diggle’s not wary but contemporary;
So leave those old tomes on the shelf,
Unless you still blench at words stronger than “wench,”
In which case, pray binei yourself.

Cellosaurio

“Missing man found dead inside dinosaur statue in Spain
[Police] believe the man died while attempting to retrieve his cellphone,
which had somehow dropped inside the Stegosaurus statue.”
New York Post

by Ruth S. Baker

Our exit paths have changed, it’s clear: the mammoth in the alley;
The caveman’s club; the hero’s spear; the slaver’s leaky galley;
The Spanish flu; pan-global war; split atoms; air pollution;
But phoning in a dinosaur!—how’s that for evolution?

The (Houston) Tiger

by Coleman Glenn

“Houston investigators said exotic animal traffickers are likely moving a suddenly famous tiger
around from person to person to conceal its exact location.”

Newsweek

(with apologies to Blake)

Tiger, tiger, lately loosed on
Lawns and alleyways of Houston;
What lowlife’s menagerie
Now holds thee in captivity?

In what villain’s pen or shed
Dost thou lay thy fearful head?
Who so foolish as to cage
Thy crouching form of righteous rage?

What the prison, what the chain
Might this criminal restrain?
Is he soon to pace a cell
As cold as where thou now dost dwell?

Or will he attempt to flee?
Will he, while on the lam, face thee?
Will he find a soft, warm place
From whence his smile grows on thy face?

Tiger, tiger, lately loosed on
Lawns and alleyways of Houston;
What lowlife’s menagerie
Dare hold thee in captivity?

Empathy for Cicadas

by Bruce Bennett

“Fungus full of psychedelic drugs could cause
Indiana Brood X cicadas’ butts to fall off”
South Bend Tribune

Pity the poor cicadas,
Who don’t know which from what.
They hatch, they eat, they seek a mate,
But then they lose their butt.

It doesn’t help that they are stoned
And part of some great show.
It just seems cruel, a fate that I
Would never choose to know

If it were happening to me.
No, let me sing and die,
And should you see me lose my butt,
Please, do not tell me why!

Revivified

by Dan Campion

“E.U. agrees to reopen to vaccinated visitors…”
The New York Times

Hi, vaccinated visitor!
Meet Val and Vic and Viv!
Come visit Venice, Val d’Isère!
Your visa’s valid: Live!

Vaxed, vetted, voguing to the max,
Vamp V for Victory
Served vintage vino, gravlax snacks,
Vast vistas of the sea!

We’re taking reservations; view
The varied values now.
Willkommen! Sveiki! Bienvenue!
Oi! ¡Ven aquí! Viz: Ciao!

Dark Horse

by Alex Steelsmith

“Little-known Rombauer sprung an 11-1 upset to win the Preakness…”
AP News

Lickety-quickety
Little-known Rombauer
left his competitors
stunned and aghast.

Odds of his winning seemed
infinitesimal—
till he was freakishly,
Preakishly fast.

Ah… so there’s training

by Barbara Loots

“Each year, hundreds of young people begin their careers as congressional interns. Many go on
to become leaders in business, journalism, education, politics and even Hollywood. Quite a few
will return to their communities and commit their lives to pubic [sic] service.”
—Kansas City Star

Young interns in D. C. begin
careers they’ll be pursuing
by finding out behind the scenes
what leadership is doing.

Back home they seek the headlines with
connections they can boast of.
Except it seems concupiscense
is what they learn the most of.

Ex-ecutive-calibur

by Julia Griffin

Executives at [AmerisourceBergen] one of the US’s largest drug distributors, circulated rhymes
and emails mocking ‘hillbillies’ who became addicted to opioid painkillers . […]
Zimmerman [a senior executive] told the trial he regretted circulating the mocking rhyme but it
was ‘a reflection of the environment at the time.’ He said the emails were simply a means of
expressing frustration as the company worked to prevent opioids falling into the wrong hands.
Zimmerman said the company culture was of the ‘highest caliber.’”
Taipei Times

All Appalachians (strange that “hills”
Should rhyme with “pills” and also “bills”!)
Are viewed with great esteem of course
By us here at Amerisource.

Not one director understands
How tablets reach improper hands,
But this environment at times
Evoked some much-regretted rhymes.

Still, we assure the rest who sell
To our respected clientele
The dopioids that they desire,
No culture’s caliber is higher.

Chicken-Brained?

by Mike Mesterton-Gibbons

Centurial achievers, asked why they
Have lived so long, will credit certain things
In what they eat or drink, or how they play:
Cards, crosswords, dancing, May-December flings,
Kale, chocolate, tea, bourbon, spuds, whole grains,
Eliminating dairy, adding wine …
Now, to this mix, must we add chicken brains,
Broiled lightly once a week to taste divine?—
Ranchero Dexter Kruger, who is now
Australia’s most senior living dude,
Is crediting small bites of chick-brain chow! …
Nutritionists won’t say if Dexter’s food
Extends your life—yet bird brains, it appears,
Do help you reach your triple-digit years!

Fallon Deaf Ears?

by Alex Steelsmith

“’Our friends in the mainstream media are quite fond of labeling January 6 as an insurrection or even a rebellion. But are those descriptions accurate, or are they hyperbolic?’ Fallon asked. He did acknowledge an ‘unruly and dangerous mob broke the law, trespassed, committed various other crimes…’”
CBS

Higgledy-haggledy,
Fallon the Congressman
might have acknowledged a
couple of times,

even while trying to
unhyperbolically
do just the opposite,
Capitol crimes.

The Listeners

by Joe Crocker

“One in 10 US police departments can now access videos from millions of privately owned
home security cameras without a warrant.”
The Guardian

(with apologies to Walter de la Mare)

“Is there anyone there?” said the traveller.
We were there. We saw and we heard.
As the gate and the plate in the gravel were
weighing him up, we referred

to our database. Friends and relations
are listed—their likes and their hates.
We’d have turned on the heating, switched stations,
made sure that the milk was in date.

But we can’t find a match in our records.
He’s come with a horse! And no phone.
The computer says “No” so we’ll check all
the locks. We are home here alone.

He is certain that he was expected.
His anguish does not go unheard.
We’ve recorded his message and texted
to tell you that he kept his word.

In the Drink

by Dan Campion

“Galápagos rock formation Darwin’s Arch collapses from erosion”
The Guardian

Could Darwin see the arch fall down
He’d hardly give that flop a frown,
But merely jot a note, and think,
There goes another missing link.