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Pandora’s Box, Afterward

January 2, 2008

The box, unlike its appalling
contents, did not depart.
They screeched ecstatically,
whizzed, thumped into windows
and ricocheted off the walls.
They inserted themselves
cleverly into crannies,
while the box clenched
its hellgrammite claws.

The box sat quietly
on its haunches; ugly
pupa enclosing a larva,
budding nymph, waiting
for its carapace to split open
and the damp, wrinkled imago
to emerge. Hope unfurled
her transparent promises
to beat against the wind.
Of course she didn’t stay.

When she comes to tea,
she balances precariously
on the edge of the lid,
while tiny hands wave,
squeak, and swear happily
from under the sofa.

Hope can’t visit long,
but she always says
Goodbye; I had a lovely
time. Thank you for having
The discarded box
answers in its creaking voice.

by F. J. Bergmann

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  1. January 16, 2008 at 1:00 pm

    Fantastic, brilliant, symphonic word-images. Thank you.

  2. January 20, 2008 at 10:14 am

    I really enjoyed both of these poems, but especially this one. The combination of the surreal and the mundane creates a vivid, detailed super-reality. Beautifully done, brilliant.

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