Blue Bonnet Review

A Literary Journal Featuring Poetry, Fiction and Nonfiction by Talented Writers Around the Globe

A literary journal featuring poetry, fiction and nonfiction by writers around the globe. 

War Machine


Abigail Uhrick

for Mark Levine

I am shoveling diamonds now, and diamonds are
a lot like water.  I alone move
brigantines—bending my body in waves.  See me
sparkle when you are through sizing up scopes.

It may look as if my wings are wires.  That is how I go
incognito, classified—the first weapon of all
wars.  Haven’t you noticed the fives in my fishnets?  Have you
not heard mention of the beauty of capitalism?

I hold my limbs like wood, propaganda between
my teeth like bait, my breasts pointed
invitations.  The Admirals suck their teeth during
the endless speeches.  They are ready for mess.

Commander-man, flip me a trick.  I will centrifuge
your secrets as I spin—my vortex a vault
of powerful men, my middle swollen with
aborted operations.  You have been fooled into thinking

I am a puppet.  You waste time dreaming
of the Industrial Revolution while I manipulate
nature.  There are no others like me
where you come from.