Graeme Bezanson


In an underground bunker they’re teaching the alphabet
To gorillas, sloth, animals with articulated fingers.

The aye-aye’s impulse is to reread everything.
A climber shedding her antecedents

Transforms the tree house into a sniper’s
Nest into a permanent dwelling

Growing so ancient in the process that she is
Descended from nothing. Clairvoyance or

Astigmatism, a clear consensus was never reached.
To my mind she was far sounder than an enormous bell.

Graeme Bezanson is a founding editor of, an online journal of essays and poetry criticism. His poems have recently appeared in Washington Square, Coconut, Horse Less Review and The Agriculture Reader. He lives and works in Manhattan.

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