Strange Gospels
By: Cynthia Cruz
From: The Glimmering Room
Published by: Four Way Books
Caged tiger, I can't see.
Foster home nightmare, kinder-
Slut, maybe. Go on
God, watch me
Killing off
With my prissy pistol.
I chose this particular poem mostly because the first three lines stuck out to me. You're first brought in by the image of a caged tiger, followed by closely by "Foster home nightmare." The two are describing the same thing, at least to me, the idea of being trapped and having no control over the situation. I feel like the image of a the caged tiger was a genius way to describe being trapped by foster homes, if that's even what Cruz means. Next we see "kinder-Slut" broken up between two lines. Kinder obviously brings images of young, innocent children, which is of course destroyed in the next line by "Slut." This is something Cruz seems to do frequently, combine innocent, child like imagery with serious adult themes, and I like it a lot. I'm also fond of the last line. "Prissy pistol" sounds wonderful. The reader gets typical, friendly, alliteration between two words that should probably never go together.
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