The ax


our freedom intrudes on us

like real sunlight thru a snowglobe
like real sunlight on a painted sun

hot as a fresh-cut tree

as a flung side dappled saw

To turn and see it face to face,
to be

both sight and the self
it swings upon

or if this is,
as warning said,

then finally

to take the ax and cleave the two
and god bless the ax then

and god bless the ax

Timmy Straw is a writer, musician and translator (Russian) and a recent graduate of the Iowa Writers' Workshop. Their poems appear in the Chicago Review, Poem-a-Day, Second Factory, The Volta and elsewhere, and their first book is forthcoming from Fonograf Editions.