Simone Weil says that when you really love you are able to look at
Someone you want to eat and not eat them.
-Marie Howe, “After the Movie”

What we’re talking, then,
is love and murder. What we’re
talking is pieces

of the heart, places in the heart
where love and murder
might dwell. Myself I’ve never

been quite sure that I love
even the people I love the most,
not in the old high way. Reading

too much Yeats and Keats will do
that to you. Love is action,
says M. Howe, and that seems

some comfort. Finally today
some sun, sharp light
and shadow in the linden

near the window, its new
buds reddish and wet.
I suspect it loves

everything, which according
to Dan Born is just
the same as loving nothing.

I’m almost sure
I’ve never yet loved anyone
enough to eat them.

Jeff Gundy

Jeff Gundy’s recent books of poems include Without a Plea (Bottom Dog, 2019), Abandoned Homeland (Bottom Dog, 2015), and Somewhere Near Defiance (Anhinga, 2014), for which he was named Ohio Poet of the Year. Recent work appears in Georgia Review, The Sun, Christian Century, Image, and Cincinnati Review. He teaches at Bluffton University in Ohio.

Emblems of the Times
An angel being dragged through Hell alive