Walt Whitman and the Weather Report
(After Robinson Jeffers)
By Laurinda Lind
Walt
in the twenty-first century
shakes the acorns from his beard
and lumbers forth to nourish
himself upon the air
After the Carnage
By Tom Daley
Venus and Jupiter colluding
in the cool tureen of the summer solstice.
And the killer with his pageboy haircut,
resolute as dusty jewels or red pepper,
the myrrh of his indignation