Two Poems

A. Anupama


Ode to reduction

for Mariprofundus ferrooxydans

Electrochemical cultivation will make you the new crude devils—
weight in your taste for iron in the weight of an electron under the weight of the barges
you’ve been eating, then the weight of wind and solar-paneled hillsides drip electrons
onto your skin: the wait for carbon-lust to renovate rust almost over.

 

Desert drill

Obediently shadowless
as the invisible palms,
wingless mites irritate the metal
under the Jeep, and tell how tall sleep is,
unscalable, surreptitiously windy
as the heart-cactus. The sun waves its rays
in radial bliss. We rest
under the storm-cloud
of memory, a temporary ambivalence
about the coil of snake in the spare tire’s
compartment. Agreed,
the breath ascends, neglects certain whorls,
presses to test pressure, and expands
infinitely, measured in increments
of courage or surrender.