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  November 2019
volume 16 number 2
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Stefanie Bennett November 2019
   

 

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    Stefanie Bennett, ex-blues singer and musician has published 12 volumes of poetry, a novel, a libretto, two chapbooks,worked with (no nukes) Arts action for peace – The Institute Of Modern Languages [James Cook University] & ‘Equality. Of mixed ancestry (Italian/Irish/Paugussett-Shawnee) she was born in Queensland, Australia.

   

 

Totems

The Heredity Chief – an ordinary man, Knows no reason to sing His own swan song In the beige frost Of dawn’s solace. Instead, a fax machine whirrs Direct officiates as Ethno-historical studies Glean consolidation from                     The Netherlands, To Leningrad, to Paris... Objectively, he turns his back On the technological plateau And shuffles out To greet the small world: Gustoweha crowned * Headed towards the wolf Making his rounds. {* Gustoweha – Paugussett Nation’s Head-dress}

copyright 2019 Stefanie Bennett

   

 

Betrayal

Clocks. There are too many clocks. There are too few many homo sapiens Who do not aspire to clocks. See the mouse run. It is the machinist. It attends the clock arms. In any event it’ll corrode with the battery. Attention! The clock has gone sour. She spat out her spring. Disrupted The schedule of trains and the iron bird also. What to do when the clock revolts? When the clock family, a billion-fold, Climb down from the wall and leave it... We know what we’ll do. A concentration camp For clocks in peace-time’s a bore. Say – what else then is our military for?

copyright 2019 Stefanie Bennett