Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty
Winter 2012
Anthony Opal

Job finds himself angry as a blueberry
in the snow outside of Grand Rapids
Michigan mid-May where some chaste
light stays at the center of a whirlwind
while he (the suburbanite) suffers from
a kind of broken vase smashed against a
fireplace ash flitting in horizontal
columns of sunlight by which space is ex-
posed for the chaos it is (the cosmos
it is) as G-d makes remarkably curvy
lines for the sea’s locks to forgive the land
knotting the chains of the Pleiades un-
tying Orion’s Belt and helping the ostrich
to laugh wildly at the horse and rider

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