Poetry by Kenn Brody, July, 2023
Imagine the sound of two verbs clashing.
Where Yin meets Yang:
A girl with orange hair,
A wizened Asian man,
Caught in chiaroscuro.
She expends verbs furiously.
He is a statue, watching.
Now you
Set cold fire to the top of your spine.
Make lightning from your loins
Flash up the bony column
And split your skull.
Some scream “nonsense.”
The few, poets all,
Part the curtain
On a new landscape.
The Asian man cracks a smile.
