Poem of the Day

A Poem Like A Grenade


It is made to be rolled down
a flight of stairs, 
placed under a guilty hat, 
or casually dropped into a basket
among the desks
of the wrongheaded statesmen.

As it tumbled on the carpeted stairs
or settles quietly 
in its wire-wicker nest, 
it begins to unfold, 
a ragged flower whose raw petals 
burn and scar…

Its wastepaper soil catches fire, 
the hat is blown from its hook.
Five or six faces are suddenly, 
permanently changed…

There will be many poems written
in the shape of a grenade – 
one hard piece of metal flying off
might even topple a government. 

John Haines 


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