Poems from the Hoot
Following the randy humor of Karen Nelson and the lyric earthiness of Walter Butts at the March Hoot, Matt Jasper lifted the curtain on his precious daughter at play:
Eudora serves tea. We are pleased to be present. To see how at three
death truly has no dominion. No excuse Grampa Widdy, or any of you other dead people out
there. You are all invited-indeed, summoned-to the party. For Eudora has an agenda. We
watch it develop as she moves from place to place, pouring for both the "seen"
and "unseen." We hear it develop as the sibilance of the "s" sounds in
stanza three-the "sneer" stanza-give way to the cacophonous "k" sounds
of stanza four. The stanza that while acknowledging the fact of death, allows for
"special excavation(s)." (Thus those crunching noises coming from the hard
"c" and "k" sounds, and especially from the "x" merging with
the "c" in "excavation.") And as the resurrected guests go on bending
and bowing and drinking their tea at the poem's end, we are left to marvel at that apology
to the Easter Bunny back in stanza two. Pagan fertility symbol with a Christianized name,
the Bunny implicitly supports Eudora's clear-eyed view: life is not over when it's
over-life is a cyclical mystery requiring tea parties. Death where is thy sting?
"Eudora" copyright 2004 by Matt Jasper. Matt lives in
Farmington with 1 wife, 4 kids, 9 hens, and 1 dog. His poems have appeared in Grand
Street, Fine Madness, Asylum, Exquisite Corpse, and elsewhere.
Note: Poems from The Poetry Hoot should not exceed nineteen lines.