I have sent hope to the scaffolding to find the
scaffold and to the lake to find the one
drinkable cup but in truth had no
interest in such worthless purposes simply
wanted hope away. It is such a round-faced
scavenger an icon that never expresses
incredulity an envoy eternally satisfied with
the new day and its chronic. What it
does for display revolts me. It shoves its head
through the eye of a needle and
pretends to be a victim hanging. With anything
else you give it enough rope and...
but hope is the thaumaturgus the
inveterate bridal gourmet cappuccino. I banish
it now to the mud-volcanoes to the
sick with the thought to the X climbing over Y
to get to Z. I don't think I believe and I
disbelieve. Lots of people are gonna die
everyone's gonna die and the life in my
hands will not rely on what is stored in
the bottom drawer. Hope is actually an
enclosure.
BY MTC CRONIN
MTC Cronin has had six books of poetry published, the most recent being Talking to Neruda's Questions and Bestseller (both Vagabond Press, 2001). Another collection, My Lover's Back, is forthcoming in 2002 (UQP). She is currently working on a PhD, Poetry and Law: Discourses of the Social Heart, and has recently received an Established Writers New Work Grant from the Australia Council for the Arts. Her books are available by contacting her at: <margie_cronin@hotmail.com> or ph: (02) 9550 2918.
From Green Left Weekly, November 7, 2001.
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