Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Dave Nordling

MY DEAR, FLUORINE

Slippery in Teflon’s bonds, I can scarcely contain you.
The supremely reactive and negative, all things must passivate
for your yellow poison renders all life’s breath toxic.

You refine the fierce power of the Uranian gods.
You devour and consume the organic muck leaving bones.
Less than noble by nine, blinded martyrs paid dearly

to reduce you to the elemental in centuries labor,
our teeth hold strong and worry of our future
with holes in our sky opened by the refrigerator.

2 comments:

  1. I haven't read all of the entries carefully yet, but I have to say that this is my favorite poem in the contest so far - extraordinary in its imagery and the very idea of personifying and element and its properties - brilliant stuff.

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