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  • Museum of Natural History #12, Bench Seating at the Atomic Test, 6/4/53
  • Sasha West (bio)

Enter: {Nevada, men in belted slacks, planks of wood} pews erected in the desert, on bare, bare ground {pocked dirt, sooty green scrub brush}, pews built not for them to pray on, not for politely imagining the face of a god—After all they are each of them, standing {the glow on their faces no halo, no aftershock of grace} and their eyes are covered with a veil of glass {through it darkly, binoculars made opaque with} so that viewing both was {and was not} mediated and immediate— Far enough, when the metal casing became {was converted into} cloud, they felt no residual heat— Closer though, despite the {13} miles, than this photo—which can become too easily a stage {on which one sets the props of history} over which it is easy to lay not silence {and then the thunder of sound} but to cast the low notes of an oboe followed at a great distance {what this Climax will come to} with the single sustained plea of the organ. [End Page 74]

Sasha West

Sasha West, who served as managing editor of Gulf Coast for three years, teaches courses in creative writing at Rice University. Her poems have appeared in Ninth Letter, American Letters & Commentary, The Canary, Third Coast, and elsewhere.

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