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Three Poems
by John Bennett

GUINEVERE

the lady guinevere speaks
words trickle down
through walls and years
to my eyes and ears

rivers of wine run through her
wine redder than blood
a roaring river of red
a flowing flood of red
and she talks
of this place up north
just off the turnpike
and buying meat
at western beef
and gurgling and giggling
and another red wine
and the phone rings
hello hello yes no
i love you goodbye
and the television on the wall
paints moving colors on her skin
and the ferrets bounce in their cage
and the wheel spins and spins
and the washer spins and spins
and the sun spins and spins
and a star spins and spins
and darkness is upon the face of the earth
and the snow gathers
covering smothering
and she talks

i call her without any sound
my mouth cannot open
word whirls around in my head
like restless cattle in a pen
trembling with excitement and fear
my lady guinevere does not hear



SO THEY SAID

so they said
you will raise this baby
just like your own
wait i said
i'm just an old shepherd
why would i do that
because they said
the wise ones told us
he will kill his parents
well i said
that's a fair reason

a quiet night
in there hills with
the sheep and goats

so they said
you will go down
to the town in the valley
and bow down to the baby
at the inn
wait i said
i'm just an old shepherd
why would i do that
because they said\
he was sent from heaven
and will save the world
well i said
that's a fair reason

a quiet night
in the hills with
the sheep and goats

sometimes though
i wonder what happened
to those babies
oedipus and jesus
who knows?



DEAR EDITOR

i am sending you my poem
you will like my poem
your editorial assistant will like my poem
you will accept my poem
you will send the typesetters my poem
they will print my poem
people will read my poem
they will like my poem
you will send me a check for my poem
i will get stoned out of my mind
and write another poem



About the author:
Born in England. Came to USA and worked as an ambulance EMT.

Creative Writing and Comparative Literature at New York University.



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