Sawdust -David Wojahn

 

 

Coming always from below, blade wail & its pungency

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laddering up toward my childhood room, my nostrils

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sick-sweet with it. Below he worked his grave machines,

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tintinnabulous their whirr & snarl.

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His face in sawdust spray: sweat beads

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nacreous & a pollen lather, canary yellow.

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Resinous the wood where he’s entombed.

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Resinous the wood, who rises spectra

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this morning with the saber saws, churning the house

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they’re building down the street below my study,

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latticework beams. Sawdust visage flaring, ceremonial mask

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lifted down from the ill-lit gallery

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& placed by him upon my face. Eye-slits for sight,

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bright gash for speech, two raw nail holes for scent.

 

 

From Interrogation Palace: New and Selected Poems 1982-2004 by David Wojahn © 2006 . All Rights are controlled by the University of Pittsburgh Press. Reprinted by permission of the University of Pittsburgh Press.

 

David Wojahn
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David Wojahn’s poetry often addresses the political and social issues in American life. He takes his subjects most significant moments and infuse them in his works . For eg: the assassination of John Lennon, the professional decline of Jim Morrison or the drowning of Brian Jones. His poems are like he wants, charged with life and explode giving away the particles of a living society. Few of his incredible achievements include- the William Carlos Williams Award, the 2008 Carole Weinstein Poetry Prize and the Society of Midland Authors’ Award. Wojahn was also one of the two finalists for the Pulitzer Prize for Interrogation Palace.

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