Glass Hammer
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The Glass Hammer, the fourth book of poems by the celebrated author of After the Lost War, is a southern narrative poem. It tells the story of a boy brought up in a military family in Texas and Alabama, and it is as rich in emotion and experience as any novel, as family life itself. In a sequence of sixty-five short lyrics, the narrator moves from the anecdotal circumstances of his infancy to the rebellions of his youth and adolescence, from the tragedy of his mother's death to the acceptance of his father's disciplinary love. This sequence of poems is human, solid, passionate, rueful, and eminently readable. It is as transparent as a mountain brook and moves as fast. It is as painful and powerful and surprising as first love and first loss.
Andrew Hudgins
ANDREW HUDGINS is the author of several books of poems, including Saints and Strangers, The Glass Hammer, and Ecstatic in the Poison. A finalist for the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize, he is a recipient of Guggenheim and National Endowment for the Arts fellowships as well as the Harper Lee Award. He is a professor emeritus of Ohio State University.
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Glass Hammer - Andrew Hudgins
I
THE GLASS HAMMER
My mother's knickknack crystal hammer
shone on the shelf. "Put that thing down.
It’s not a play-pretty."Tap, tap,
against my wooden blocks. "I said,
PUT THAT THING DOWN!"
But when she wasn’t looking—ha!—
I’d sneak back to the hammer, and heft it.
Enchanted, I held it to my eyes
and watched, through it, the living room
shift, waver, and go shimmery—haloed
with hidden fire. Our worn green sofa glowed
and lost its shape, as if some deeper shape
were trying to break loose. The chairs,
the walls, the cross-stitched pictures all
let go, smeared into one another.
I scrounged a rust-flecked nail, and hit it.
The hammer shattered in my hand.
Blood spattered on my shorts. I screamed,
was snatched off my fat bloody feet,
rushed to the doctor, stitched, cooed at, spanked,
embraced, told never, never, never
do that again,and pondered how
I could, the hammer having burst,
and not, therefore, a proper hammer
despite the gorgeous world it held.
GRANNY RAINES
Inside the tilted shotgun shack, she waited:
one arm, one leg, one eye with a black patch.
Come here and hug old Granny Raines, she squawked.
Although just five, I knew what this was: witch.
Or close enough for me. Go on!
Mom whispered,
shoved me. And Granny’s blue eye glittered. She knew
she’d never see this boy again: great-grandchild,
her first. Come to your Granny Raines, she wheedled.
And when I sidestepped into reach, she grabbed me
and hugged my neck, pulled me into her scent
of mildew and Mentholatum. I gave myself to her.
Death seized Life, squeezed me, hugged me, kissed my lips.
ORIGINAL SIN
1
Taunted by older boys,
I’d run up, touch the tree
—a cedar white with droppings—
and hop back as the hens
pecked my pink ankles. Then
I’d lie awake at night
convinced I’d die: I’d watched
hens jab the dirty silk
of spider webs, jerk back,
pause, flip their heads, and swallow
live spiders. Only a thing
that’s poisonous itself
eats spiders, Grandmomma said.
And I believed her. I’d seen them
rake each other’s raw
red flaws until they’d crippled
or killed a bird that could
have been themselves. Or me.
But when Grandmomma marched
out to the tree, I followed
and crowed at the hens as she
grabbed one bird by the neck
and snapped her wrist. Waist-high,
held out away from her,
the dead bird walked on air
and flapped. I ran behind,
crowed, clucked, and flapped my arms
triumphantly, till Grandmomma
said,Shush, boy, and I shushed.
2
In noonday sun, the blue-
tailed skink’s tail glittered a bright
metallic neon, and wanting it,
I reached and grabbed and fumbled
as the skink shot down the porch
rail, leapt, and flickered through
pine needles. But its tail,
a second reptile, squirmed
between my thumb and finger.
The skink grew a new blue whip,
but the one I’d stolen was
already lashing less
and less. I held it to the light
and studied it—each flicker,
each lessening of blue—
till it was motionless
and gray in my right hand
between my thumb and finger.
3
I cowered from the hens’
mean eyes and poison beaks.
Grandmomma’d snatch me back,
swat at the squawking hens,
palm their hot eggs, and cook
two fried-egg sandwiches.
I’d hold mine up before
my brother’s face and squeeze
the unbroken yolk between
two slices of white bread.
It bulged. Thump, thump! I’d say.
Thump, thump! The tell-tale heart!
Thump, thump! It’s coming to
get you! I clenched my fist
around the bread. The yolk
exploded. My brother screamed.
And I, before his face,
would eat the yellow heart.
4
Except for tennis shoes,
I was naked when I walked
back from the outhouse. A web
dissolved around my thighs,
and slapping at spiders that might
not even be there, I pitched
full length into the dirt
and rolled as if