"The Fogg" by Alfred Bouchard

In the Loom Press-published collection of poems, The Fogg, Alfred Bouchard draws connections between the stories of people, both real and imagined. The title refers to The Fogg Art Museum at Harvard University, and through observing the details of different pieces at the museum, Bouchard comes to many realizations about his own struggles, and the suffering of those around him. The poem below is the first in Bouchard's collectionYou can order The Fogg at <loompress.com>.

The Fogg

A museum cannot live without eyes
That's why I come
Everyone needs a place to go
To be where my eyes are needed
That's why I live
A voyeur looking for second-hand memories
Where no church bells ring
And everything comes to an end at 5 PM
No flower
No cat
No ex-lover
No promises
And the years drop inside me
Until they show in my eyes
Eyes the museum lives by
With a century between us running dry

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