THE WARTIME ISSUE
Rose Marie Berger
FOR BOTERO, WHO LOOKED AT WHAT I COULD NOT
The bodies are fat
corpulent, like the seven-hundred-
pound man in Maryland
who hasn't stood since 1998
and must lie on his stomach
or his weight will crush
his windpipe. They hang
upside down by a toe or ankle
faces wrapped in a red silk scarf—
a present to some commander or
other. Almost a bow tied between
a framing beam and a metatarsal.
Botero blows it out of proportion.
He makes it all look larger
than life really looks. The blood
is too bright, the tow ropes and
snap hooks too ungainly.
The billy clubs too phallic
with their lead-sheathed tips. I don't
know where he gets this stuff,
look stuffed with something—
Psalms? Suicide notes? Someone
should gag. Someone should vomit
all over these paintings. Seriously,
someone should go about grabbing
the brush from his hand
whenever he starts to paint
Rose Marie Berger is a Catholic peace activist and poet. She is an associate editor and poetry editor of Sojourners magazine. Her poems have appeared in Radix, The Other Side, and Sojourners. She lives in Washington, D.C.
Published in Volume 7, Number 2,
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