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  • Jets over the Mediterranean
  • John Poch (bio)

The ministers of altitude and foment,slate-blue as fresh dead tuna, they slaketheir thirst by taking scissors to the sky.Their pretending is not our pretending.They open an old door to nowhere.A great piece of paper is torn for miles,and we are absent-minded, as gapingas the twisted almond trees in winter,dumb as the holes in dominoes stacked backin their coffin when the players go home.

A sculptural future failure now,the pilots must feel the power beneath themlift, rushing like the birth of an island.They have their own theories of science,which are right. Vacationers, by doingnext to nothing, they ruin the authentic.

War makes my right hand helplessas a child in the mouth of a lion.Broken roses lie in the ditches.The lost utensils of dreams, they lust,raucous as jets over the Mediterranean. [End Page 147]

John Poch

John Poch’s most recent book is Dolls (Orchises Press, 2009). In spring 2014, he will be a Fulbright Scholar at the University of Barcelona. He is professor of English at Texas Tech University.

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