Revolution

Revolution

I am of
no more value than
a fish
of no less than
an octopus

There is no scale
no auction
only a fish, an octopus,
me

Am I a nihilist
agnostic
or atheist
a believer in a deity kinder
-or more indifferent-
than the best or worst we
(you & I, reader)
can imagine?

Jeremy Nathan Marks

Myrrh

Myrrh

When the pulp on the block
was at last bled out
I looked past
the privy and shamble fence

To the clapboard church
and dog, chained yard patched in
burrs he having swallowed
the creek bank shard
and bones

When that pulp turned hollow
I saw the flint spark
of dry January nights red
eye dust on the sill
those stars counting four footed
spectres

So I chased the chain loose
from my porch and what stole
beyond the barrel bled
out in myrrh.

Jeremy Nathan Marks

This poem appeared in the book Nature published by Writing for Peace, 2015.

Calories of burden

Calories of burden

The rag the man uses to polish
the axles; the sound those axles make

The rain amid the clip-clop of
mules’ feet; the rag now lying in the street.

Wood bestowed unto the Earth;
souls receiving souls; the rain falling silent

On oil dark piles. Iron shovels,
spades and rakes; mules now silent, pulling
no more weight.

And the man who feeds them
wages of his sweat: their calories of burden.

Jeremy Nathan Marks

This poem originally appeared in The Blue Hour on January 14th, 2015. You can view it (with two other pieces) here: https://thebluehourmagazine.com/2015/01/14/3-poems-by-jeremy-nathan-marks/