When Othello found his wife at a loss
for words that might appease him and gain her
freedom from his hold, the crowd saw better
what would happen. Iago had tricked his boss
with horrid skill, thrown fringed shadows across
his mind, made him Desdemona’s killer.
Now, there are hand marks only upon her:
they and his suicide render our pause.
Iago’s come. A falling of angels
that flies along the landscape, chillingly,
whispers spurs into the ears of leaders,
conjuring up the drone that soon mangles,
displaces hundreds to suit a lunacy:
scans those in flight for horror-scope feeders.
Robert Burr received his B.A. in English Literature in June of 1998. He studied under William Matthews and Marilyn Hacker and left in 2006. Mr. Burr taught Freshman Composition at several CUNY schools between 1999 and 2008. Chapbook: Trading Bits of Dream, Ridgeway Press