Getting Out and Afterward
Pressed drying into place / the carnation
clarifies. The calypso thinking frays — attempting
modes left over on the stairs and under stairs
/ in the rooms brought low with airy condescensions.
Think of the jacked swine and think of jacked swine
treading air. And of that bleak triumvirate. Think of
the treed and quick-hued slopes / of the corporals
waxing air — because the corporals knew to do
as they were ordered — standing the corpses tall —
ignoring the wrapped heads / the shoes they’d wrapped
in rags to last the winter — sourcing
the ballads since / the weeks let go and weeks of it
to follow. Suppose you had seemed dispensable?
Suppose you had traded air / the weathers grinding out —
sucked off that confidence — breathing
this roasted flesh — whole beasts (on skids) delivered
to the skier? How could you blame / believe?
And how could you mask your own surprise — unable
to sample once or turn away from that bled beast —
standing the worship lives had seen to bet the house on —
withstanding that one’s luck — and that one —
spitting half a continent — the hungers let commence —
until each bruise meant shimmering
/ each arc meant brides / and meant the brides
poured off / poured out — to rise from
/ steam to stars from the old fires — as warm
as they’d seemed to touch — and twice as old
as they had seemed the day they started — as clear
as the papers / stairs — the stairs
and under stairs and airy places — papers
blown across the straights
and caught against the gratings / where
the risers stood / where the futures —
understood and acted on — meant
these glass balls shimmering
when cries could not
get out?
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