Homeland Security

By Geoffrey Brock Geoffrey Brock
The four am cries
of my son worm
through the double
foam of earplugs

and diazepam.
The smoke alarm’s
green eye glows.
Beneath the cries,

the squirm and bristle
of the night’s catch
of fiddlebacks
on the glue-traps

guarding our bed.
Necrotic music.
Scored in my head.
And all night columns

of ants have tramped
through the ruins
of my sleep, bearing
the fipronil

I left for them
home to their queen.
Patriot ants.
Out of republics

endlessly perishing.
If I can hold
out long enough,
maybe my wife

will go. If she
waits long enough,
maybe he’ll go back
down on his own.

Source: Poetry (May 2007).

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 Geoffrey  Brock

Biography

Born in Atlanta, Geoffrey Brock received an MFA from the University of Florida and a PhD from the University of Pennsylvania. Brock’s poetry has been featured in several anthologies, including Best American Poetry 2007. His first collection of poetry, Weighing Light (2005), won the New Criterion Poetry Prize.

Commenting on the resemblance of Brock’s poetry to Philip Larkin’s, critic David C. Ward noted that Brock “invests his . . .

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