by Best Poem
The Monkeys Make Sorrowful Noises Overhead
(after Ezra Pound)
What is it about that line that makes me so wistful
even envious of a creature that howls despite custom or country?
Perhaps the idea of unmeasured pockets of grief unpacked
the way they don’t hold the burden of words
and clamor unashamed, for one last look.
Cries that fall like snow over the eves of Banyan trees.
Susan Pilewski teaches English at Suffolk Community College and SUNY Stony Brook. Her work has appeared in such publications as The Long Island Quarterly, Chronogram, The ASBH Exchange, Talesian, Oberon and Long Island Sounds: An Anthology of Poetry. Her first full-length collection of poetry, Fetish, was published in 2007 by Writers Ink Press.