Two Poems
Peter Berghoef

Facsimile Apparatus

the mice deliver their package to the giant
with a spirit of good will.

smaller persons reimagine
their flight from an ancient garden

spit it with a somber mouth
never have they taken so long.

swallowing the story as fact
picking through the little flames

what a tax
or what a heavy coat

they have all worn
while stepping through the telephone.


some spelling mistake unnerved us all
until our phones rang

looking to be that friendly
the explosions came fast
and cringed and left me

alone with the machine gun
disguised as a houseplant

me with the houseplant