Fist

Posted on July 26, 2010 by Dave Bonta
This entry is part 13 of 40 in the series Bridge to Nowhere: poems at mid-life

Brainless head.

Five-member mob.

Core sample for a lead mine.

The last word’s epitaph.

Stump.

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Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with one quadrillion of his closest microbial friends --- a tight-knit, symbiotic community comprising some 500 different species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa.
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0 Responses to Fist

  1. Clive Hicks-Jenkins says:
    July 27, 2010 at 2:30 am

    Boy that’s good! A poem like a fist, about a fist. And now it’s stuck like a burr in my mind. Dave, you are one clever, clever man! Well done my friend.

  2. maria says:
    July 27, 2010 at 12:44 pm

    I was going to comment on the fist-like structure of the poem, but I see I have been beaten to it already. Indeed, well done.

  3. Dave Bonta says:
    July 27, 2010 at 10:49 pm

    Thanks, Clive and Maria! Praise from you two makes me think I might’ve gotten it right, though for the longest time yesterday I was convinced that these were only the bare bones of a poem.

  4. mark says:
    July 28, 2010 at 9:25 am

    No, hardly bare bones. This was fully fleshed out, albeit in short-hand.

    Great piece of writing, Dave.