Art and Craft 2018: 24

Quarantania

Five, six. Pick up sticks.
The woods have crept up
to the tyrant's gate. All hopeful
dangerous. Legion of straight
razors basking in Barbicide jar.
Old men's canes in waiting
crowd the umbrella stand
by the door of the Perkins. Red
pencils murmur in an editor's mug. Seven,
eight. War clubs or I Ching reeds
before they fall.

after Louise Bourgeois, "Quarantania, I"