It takes a poet, sometimes, to make sense of senseless situations. Jericho Brown is my choice for Poet of the Week. He was also recently Rita Dove's pick as one of the poets under 40 to watch. Brown writes about race and sexuality and gender. He's as concerned about our messed up world as I am.
Sometimes, Saint Marty thinks that God just shakes His head at the world and thinks, "I could have done better." Just ask Jericho Brown.
Dear Dr. Frankenstein
by: Jericho Brown
I, too, know the science of building men
Out of fragments in little light
Where I'll be damned if lightning don't
Strike as I forget one
May have a thief's thumb,
Another, a murderer's arm,
And watch the men I've made leave
Like an idea I meant to write down,
Like a vehicle stuck
In reverse, like the monster
God came to know the moment
Adam named animals and claimed
Eve, turning from heaven to her
As if she was his
To run. No word he said could be tamed.
No science. No design. Nothing taken
Gently into his hand or your hand or mine,Nothing we erect is our own.