"The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks."

Thursday, August 17, 2006

To a Sinister Potato

O vast earth-apple, waiting to be fried,
Of all life's starers the most many-eyed,
What furtive purpose hatched you long ago
In Indiana or in Idaho?

In Indiana and in Idaho
Snug underground, the great potatoes grow,
Puffed up with secret paranoias unguessed
By all the duped and starch-fed Middle West.

Like coiled-up springs or like a will-to-power,
The fat and earthy lurkers bide their hour,
The silent watchers of our raucous show
In Indiana or in Idaho.

"They think us dull, a food and not a flower.
Wait! We'll outshine all roses in our hour.
Not wholesomeness by mania swells us so
In Indiana and in Idaho.

"In each Kiwanis Club on every plate,
So bland and health exuding do we wait
That Indiana never, never knows
How much we envy stars and hate the rose."

Some doom will strike (as all potatoes know)
When-once too often mashed in Idaho-
From its cocoon the drabbest of earth's powers
Rises and is a star.
And shines.
And lours."

Peter Viereck


At 4:07 PM, Blogger sarah said...

Team potato, fuck yeah!

At 2:18 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

MY FAVORITE POEM EVER. I've been googling it in vain for years. THANK YOU!

At 11:21 PM, Blogger John said...

nice william

i've got a poem about corn which is too long to share here

let me know if you're interested in reading it

i'll send it to you via email

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