“Cultural Criticism” by Foster Dickson

I like mine medium rare—
not necessarily hard to find
but kind of coy

No idealist, I:
My eye deals with images
in flickering light and sun light
that just might
mean much more.

I have been taught
to find the forest by
tearing down trees
and when we’re done
we’ll see the
nothing left standing . . .

So when it’s done right
it is bloody and warm in the center,
despite the dissenter who enters into
cultural criticism.


Foster Dickson teaches Creative Writing at Booker T. Washington High School in Montgomery, AL.

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