George Witte

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Remember that shopkeeper witnesses named,
passports and cellphones apparently stolen?
He looked like he'd swallowed a fly when informed
Geneva procedure might hurt just a little.
...

The specialist displayed his handiwork:
before and after photographs of kids
disfigured by genetic quirk—
ears clenched buds, noses incomplete—fitted
...

Buckled up by continental
Grind so slow and powerful it
Fused frail-boned fossils of an age
Long dead into an iron spine,
...

In this my will and testament I leave
all worldly goods to spouse, through you to her,
in complicated trust we can't conceive
without the tax attorney's sinecure
...

The snake lay in state like a king
Slabbed on limestone, overlooking
The river he hunted and ruled.
His mail glittered copper and gold
...

Anyone can smell it coming,
rank meaty breath and ticking claws.
Hindsight's so enhanced prescience
you apprehend the end before
...

The gym's ball-light cast silhouettes,
blue stars that swarmed the stage, then disappeared.
In scarlet caps and snowflake wings
your class lined up, obedient, to sing.
...

Misnomered bean of many purposes,
spreadable or whole, Carver's humble muse,

you lurk between ingredients as oil,
...

George Witte Biography

George Witte is the author of An Abundance of Caution (Unbound Edition Press,2023) , Does She Have a Name? (NYQ Books,2014) , Deniability (Orchises Press,2009) and The Apparitioners (Three Rail Press,2005) . His work has appeared widely in journals and in several anthologies, including The Best American Poetry. He received Poetry's Frederick Bock Prize for a group of poems, and a fellowship from the New Jersey Council for the Arts/Department of State. He lives with his family in Ridgewood, New Jersey.)

The Best Poem Of George Witte

There Was An Old Lady

Remember that shopkeeper witnesses named,
passports and cellphones apparently stolen?
He looked like he'd swallowed a fly when informed
Geneva procedure might hurt just a little.
The thing about spiders: you wriggle and jiggle
until they come crawling with pretext for action,
table your issue for further consumption
and leave you encrypted, gibberish data
in parallel networks no bird can divine
or destroy, even with cadenced munitions.
Night vision goggles unclouded by doubt
the cat surveils persons of marginal interest
suspected of nothing but arming the system.
The old lady's fallen and dialed nine one one.
Her pit bull roams howling while villagers march,
sickles and pitchforks aloft in the torchlight,
milk cow and carthorse conscripted for meat.
That shopkeeper's next if he doesn't confess.


From Deniability (Orchises Press,2009)

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