Upon the destruction of a wasp nest
seal the doors with wax, I think,
While the blood of sows, lizards’ legs, resmethrin & tetrachloroethylene
through a vein. It creeps everywhere,
His dust hates wasp communes & collectives,
Then bearing a Sorex smile, he
as though bailing out a sinking ship,
to end a fire, not lighting the flames.
A sulphur of cinders falls all jade & topaz.
His tune turns the pineapple wasp-home rancid with its decay.
if I might excuse my actions by claiming greater intelligence
My happiness springs from open windows
has been brought to a close.
From the caecum, where once life & energy, silence
clings to the walls & clouds the air.
Borrowing Anne Sexton’s Attire
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Of Scottish, Irish and unknown ancestry, Siobhan Harvey was born in 1973. She has recently published work in Landfall 215, NZ Listener, Meanjin (Aus), More Sweet Lemons: An anthology of Sicilian writing in English (Canada), Snorkel 7 (Aus) and Swings and Roundabouts: Poems about Parenting. Her poetry and prose have been broadcast on Radio New Zealand. She was runner-up in the inaugural Bernard Gadd Memorial Poetry Prize (2008). She is the incoming poetry editor of Takahe magazine and teaches creative writing courses at The University of Auckland.