| InterBoard Poetry Competition | |
SLAYING PHILISTINES
Jim Tilley
(MiPo Zine & Board)
When we are no longer children,
______________________________
we are already dead.
Constantin Brancusi
Perhaps its a story of happenstance
that begins with a village carpenter
and ends with a master in his dusty atelier,
always the unschooled shepherd
who harbors no ambitions
to lead an army, but dreams
of a magical bird, the mythical Maiastra
lifting him to perch with her
on a boulder at the edge of space
where theyll cajole a falcons wings to stillness
and wax them with the sun,
or perhaps its about a boys hunger
to mold a piece of goat cheese,
whittle branches into wands, massage shavings
between his thumb and fingers, rub toes
against a streams smooth stones,
for how else can you explain
an old man hunched over
a rhombic block of marble, carving
plainsong into crescendo, chiseling away
the husk, struggling
to liberate a creatures spirit?
Judge Christine Reeds comment: The epigraph does a wonderful job of setting the tone in this piece which continues on successfully with economy of line and philosophical undertones.

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