Two Poems
Eric Burke

Eternal Recurrence

There is an army man stuck in syrup
in the corner of their living room.

Cookie crumbs litter the floor.

They are finally at home.
(Chevalier Chagrin's watch stops.)

Someone is knocking at the door.
Democracy.

They are Ludwig, the Swan King,
deposed.



Emanation

From the window in the back, incense.

He yells at his parents.

Nevertheless,

the grainy surface of his father's desk.

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