“The Cyclops as Art Critic,” by Sarah Henry
Aug 20th, 2018 | By Defenestration![](https://www.defenestrationmag.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/Defenestration-Poetry.jpg)
Who needs two eyes
when the show is dull
and the right people go?
Who needs two eyes
when the show is dull
and the right people go?
It’s so America,
so nineteen fifties,
so Main Street nostalgic, so
Karl-Marx’s-brain-would-explode-by-the-time-he-hit-the-churro-cart capitalistic.
O, corkscrew—
You’re supposed to be easier,
easier than the one with
bird wings that press down,
and pull the cork up,
In bed does he shout, “Action!”?
At some point does he say, “Cut,
let’s try that again.”?
I don’t know about you
but I couldn’t handle
242 takes.
It nestled in the crevices
Of my glabella
Embedded like a ruby
In my face of ore
Where my crimson jewel
Sets ablaze your valleys
And melts your tundra,
The flame to your flint,
I am queen of Mars