Mouth enters -- well, hops, really --
into the academy.
Long, lonely -- well, empty,
really -- corridors. Silence in
those hallways. Two ears hear
another silence: of ones who
don’t wish to be found, to be
The great hall is ornate,
unpeopled, terribly hushed.
Hand holds an unshelved book that
won’t open. One after
another, books that won’t open.
Mouth requests that
hand and leg haul, set up, and
scatter gigantic archery
Even with Mouth’s
lispings, hand and leg have a
hard time: shafts stuck all over
the place, even occasionally
in targets. At the end: Just leave
those bulls’ eyes. At least, then, others
will know what I was aiming at.
Mouth visits a special zoo and
loves everything, especially
“I know that this is
a lion.” “I know that
this is a seal.”
and laugh Mouth does.
“Were here: Mouth, mind, ears, eyes, leg,
and hand,” hand scrawls in sand.
The beach is lovely, dunes and waves
running in opposite
directions. Shouldn’t that be
The vanishings arrive later.
Joel Chace has published work in print and electronic magazines such as The Tip of the Knife, Counterexample Poetics, OR, Country Music,Infinity's Kitchen, and Jacket. Most recent collections include Sharpsburg, from Cy Gist Press, Blake's Tree, from Blue & Yellow Dog Press, Whole Cloth, from Avantacular Press, Red Power, from Quarter After Press, Kansoz, from Knives, Forks, and Spoons Press, Web Too, from Tonerworks, War, and After, from BlazeVOX [books], and Scorpions, from Unlikely Books.