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Three Poems by Andres Castro

The Walrus-Faced Man

He walked through Forest Park at night,
wet walrus face inviting passengers;
It was nice to have company he thought,
so kept the fly that landed on his nose,
slowly walked home with his new friend.

As a boy he had invented a sunny Sunday
and a roadside cafe near a heavenly beach.
The sweet girl that had walked toward him
had also been illusion—her face turned to
sand at his touch, his feet became jelly fish.

As he wore one mistake over another,
aged from one bad dream after another,
the walrus-faced man discovered comfort
in Nietzsche’s Thus Spake Zarathustra,
Kafka’s Metamorphosis, and Morphine.

When he saw government had become God,
clouds drifting across dark skies were dragons,
night crawl into his bedroom like a black widow
spider, he turned into a spider too, inter-
coursed with his new friend—only to be eaten.

We Kill Ourselves

We kill ourselves
more than each other
in North America:

the year Abu Ghraib made
news, thirty thousand
of us self-destructed;

in this gun-thick atmosphere,
sixteen thousand
pulled a trigger;

four thousand armed
homicides spread their own
strange currency.

So how natural to arrive
with pomp and circumstance
at a War on Terror:

make up for killing ourselves
more than others in this
Trojan horse silhouette,

by liquidating as many others
as possible in its great fantastic
shadow. Strategic killing

in noble self-defense,
for freedom, for democracy
is always a safe bet;

better this corporate concoction
require our armed forces suicides
to softly lay down;

best, in this naming of parts,
Special Army Interrogator,
Alyssa Peterson, be labeled a victim

of a “non-hostile weapons discharge.”
Who needs to know she had confessed
her gross inability to stop feeling?

Dear Blue Mother

Are The Terrible
Twos simplification:
stage when baby
turns and tantrums?

Maybe we—species—
thought most likely
to succeed on earth
are terribly two now:

casting off dear blue
mother, as she sheds
a tear for us—love lost
for us, just this moment.

Andrès Castro is listed in the Directory of Poets and Writers and is a PEN member. He is also the founding editor of The Teacher’s Voice, a small press poetry journal for anyone interested in education in the U.S. and abroad.

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