Mantis 18 (Spring 2020)
Amherst College
Elizabeth Knapp
Self-Portrait as Kurt Cobain’s Suicide Weapon
My Eye clicked shut – a sleeping Verb –
In Nightmares – till the Day
My Owner wept – objectified –
And blew his Self away –
And now We waltz through empty Rooms –
And now We haunt the floors –
And every time I kick my Heel
He dies a little more –
And when He cries, such piercing shriek
As from His belly grows –
It is as a Poltergeist
Had let its Will be known –
And when at Dawn – our long Night’s end –
We shuffle into bed –
Tis better to nuzzle the Neck of a Gun –
Than walk the Lane of the Dead –
To friend of His – I’m friendly fire –
None need be afraid – I’m sure –
It’s that which eats His Soul – alive –
For which there is no cure –
Though I than He – near deathless be –
He nearer –
Death – than I –
For He is but a Soul to kill –
Without a –
Soul to die –
ELIZABETH KNAPP is the author of The Spite House, winner of the 2010 De Novo Poetry Prize, and Requiem with an Amulet in Its Beak, winner of the 2019 Jean Feldman Poetry Prize. Her poems have recently appeared in Kenyon Review, The Massachusetts Review, North American Review, and Quarterly West, among others. An associate professor of English at Hood College, she lives in Frederick, Maryland with her family.