Jody Azzouni


Incubating Helen

Earlier version published in Möbius, Fall & WInter, 2003.
Added 3/07/2020
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Incubating Helen

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The egg is a gem; nearby

roosters are pedophiles.


The pregnant sky, perhaps

with rainbow; but it disappoints

if we think of Helen.


The egg cracks open: gold

flickers, and goes out.


(Even the season, marginalized,

gestalted by her

 into the background).


Some wars later, she dies;

birds sing again. Puddles

too sullen even to reflect

once more turn blue; young nymphs

again open their hands

as if in search of antennas.