Reowine,
We haven't met, so I'll introduce myself - I'm a poetry buff, and if you're gonna produce stuff like this on a regular basis, then we will become the best of friends. This is impressive, and I don't say that lightly.
Your introductory stanza is a great set-up to the imagery of the piece and to the telling of this narrative. I appreciated how,
Everything is clipped.
Seemingly, fragmented.
Well done on that part, it really captured that precision of the rods and the machines in such a delightful way. The tone/voice as well is excellent, matter-of-fact, it's very much like "Here it is. This story that I'm going to tell." For that split moment, we forget that we're reading poetry, and that's exactly the kind of thing a first stanza should aim for. Cauterize by the way, such a beautiful word choice. <3 By using that word, you throw a lot of high expectations - such a word is so very specific, so very precise - what you'll want to do is keep the standards that high. There are places in the poem where the diction falls short, I'll point them out as I go through them.
Until his metalfingersbegan to rust.
Here's an example. He has piers as hands, yeah? The use of fingers here disconnects us from what you have done so well setting up before. Plus, it's just too natural, too body-like a thing. I'm not sure what the specific name for the blunt-scissor end of the plier is called, but I would've accepted anything but fingers. Maybe "grips" or "jaws/teeth" or "claw".
This stanza is intriguing. I recognize it as the moment for the given title as well, and as we read on, it seems this becomes a habitual practice for the speaker, which just gives me explosions of thoughts. Why is he so set on cleaning where he sleeps, what is the significance? And yet, don't we do it too? Make our beds each morning. Ahhh. <3 So wonderful. There are just soooo many ways to look at this.
Your next stanza repeats the previous stanza, and while I normally hate repetition, I think in this case it actually works, because it is a repetitive action and we get to experience that. It's as though the night stretches and all he is doing is scrubbing back and forth - the "one night" is intriguing as well, and because it's repeated, I tend to ascribe importance to it.
Every part of him was alight with agony.
His hands were as coarse as his neighbors.
This part again, verges on the general. "Alight with agony" is verging on melodrama, and I would allow it, except we don't really have a feel for that agony. Is it a torturous agony, is it an emotional one, or a physical one? or a combination? This is an important moment for the reader to connect with this piece, and yet it is wasted because of the generalities. Likewise, I don't like "hands" - because it is the same thing with fingers. I'm okay with "body" - but if you're going to go through so much trouble portraying the pliers/rod, you'll need to stick with that imagery, yeah? I understand you might mean it only as a metaphor, but the thing about metaphors is that it is more powerful when it is directly stated: He is earth; is more powerful than "he is like the earth to me" -- so when you have an extended metaphor, the same applies. Carry the image through!
The coarse - I kind of wonder about that word? What makes it coarse? The rust? And his neighbors, what exactly are they? More tools/machines? It isn't stated anywhere else in the piece.
The next morning,
The beginning of a school day.
A new day. Love it. I get a very strong sense of mechanization/ robotic routines we go through in our everyday lifes, and maybe some questions of our humanity/what makes us human despite all that, kind of glimmering through, particularly in that "bedding" stanza. Now, I still feel as though there is something somewhat hazy in this, something I'm not quite getting - as I don't really see the purpose of the ammonia/dog/branch. I can see how the sponge may be privy to the boy's darkness firsthand, as it is essentially the thing that'll clean up his messes. By the end too, I do sense that darkness very much, but if I'm to believe that, then I feel the middle parts just need a little more thought/work to really connect and lead up to that.
Let me know if you have any questions/want to chat this over. I'd love to hear your own intents/meaning behind this.
~ as always, Audy
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