Kevin Kunundrum recites his newest poem, "Golem", from his upcoming book, UTOPIA—short stories, poems, & essays.
Fire on sale at Walmart to keep us warm
A cash exchange
No clubs or bashed-in brains, as
civilization is balanced on politeness.
A pat on the back for forward progress,
but the wild place is still in view.
And when the Ogres appear,
our bulwark, watery and weak
our buildings, more idea than columns of stone
our backbone, a collective deep breath and
useless open hands.
But for the Creature made of mud
fashioned in dark moonless storm
The Creature is us and not us
and the not us is that
hand that slits throats and crushes skulls
that flings things lifeless into pits
to be burned without regard
All must be lost
in the primordial mind
that got us all the way to Walmart—
where we can sell fire next to
potted plants and
gardening tools and
lawn furniture 20% off.