A Poem by Stefanie Bennett
‘remembering Monsanto and Dow Chemical’
You arrive wearing your fatigue like a uniform.
Your face pale, the texture of wax.
Your feet, Sir –, so swollen the leggings
Won’t give. The tongue’s chafed thus
Back, pinned to the mouth’s roof.
I won’t question. That is –, I won’t ask
Who you are or how long you’ll stay.
My study is yours. Yes!
By all means make use
Of the lamp. Also I’ve filled
The pen with ink. Do you
Request a blank tablet?
Of course this visit is confidential. I’ll not
So much as offer a description. We’re
All of us Masters and mules
You arrive wearing your fatigue
Like a uniform. Now what about
The beads. The spires…