A Public Sphere for Poetry, Nature, and Politics
My mother’s magazines advised
“togetherness,” advertised Simplicity patterns
for matching mother-and-daughter dresses,
asked “Can This Marriage Survive?”
I found Popular Science, admired
the clear lines and cheerful mien
of “Wordless Workshop.” Each month
a pointy-nosed hero, handy husband,
briefly studied some problem: scattered
towels, shattered glass. Not long perplexed,
he set to work next with dowels and drill,
assembled some device shown in panel 2
overhead, in exploded view. Oh daddy!
The men came home from Korea,
The Rosenbergs were executed, the H-bomb
flowered over the Pacific. We schoolchildren
were issued dog tags. Gary McMann told me
When you hear sirens put your tag in your mouth
in case your head is blown off.
Twelve drawings in the Wordless Workshop.
In the last one, the wife, the child, the dog are happy.
Copyright 2017 Arlene Weiner