View from the Future
Everything is out of sequence:
We wake from a dream of snow banks,
when suddenly the weeping cherry
bursts into flame, the fields
in fierce light. Summer
erupts before spring, children
shoot their classmates in a schoolyard,
children kill each other in streets.
What begins as a slight explodes
like a mine in an abandoned field.
The word abandonment
is what I mean. The politicians
loom on television and then return
to airless rooms. Nothing
has changed and everything; the slow
progression of seasons, the children,
aimless and invisible.
We want to stop
this burning down
but our leaders announce the earth
is still on course.
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Issue #29, October, 2002 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.