The Economy is Haunted
by Alice Fulmer
This poem is one of many included in Faunalia, by Alice Fulmer. Find out more at the bottom of this page.
This whole world is Cæsar
with the walls & the laws,
for there were no saviors in the time of Nero,
just lyres, moaning far cries from the
beloved. The streets are
camera obscuras and the gods,
they’re watching, again, from the old houses
It’s Babylon or bust. The
Scrabble-headed affair
is a rat’s nest with cracked eggs,
the yolk with semen — the Khus
with the Khabs, anumodana
Take the best of the world
and you’ll see a phoenix
never risen. So many laws
unspoken.
There’s no great white North,
but to the sufferings
of the South, an Easterly wind
migrates like broken onion chives,
a rabid stench of the greed of a few
medieval merchants who just wanted
good deals on spices and paper and the
rest of what’s known as aisle four.
The petty dreams of Venetian
harbors & Portuguese princes
holds us back like the weight of
porcelain dolls in grandma’s
oak hutch from Indiana
Alice Fulmer
Alice Fulmer (she/her) is a contemporary poet and medieval scholar based in California. She is currently pursuing a PhD in English at University of California, Santa Barbara. In 2020, she received an Honorable Mention from Academy of American Poets for a small manuscript. Find her nowadays reading in bed, with a cat named Precious.