- Modern Times
I
A peacock fans.Other peacocksfan.
Girls go runningacross a pictureof a globe.
We understandwhat fiction is.
We have roomsfor rooms.
That is not the sky.That is the sky.
II
There is art in the way a body fallsbut in the way it lies is artless.
Art in a drowning peoplewho tumble like laundry
in the chop of a stormonly the future saw
coming. But forests still droptheir galaxies of seeds to take hold
in fire, some necessary burnlike saying goodbye to a lover
who never loved you. Like Mosesputting flame to peasant towns. [End Page 40]
III
Let me show you a scar the shape of a rose. A city full of heads and nobodies. Or if you’d like bodies made only of wings, paper-thick flapsthat lift impotently so people hover slightly off the pavement, tipping hats,smiling to passers, bees licking the flower at the center of their palms,the sky like the sky after fire or the air before a storm,the wind full of dark shapes turning.
IV
When I remember the riotI remember dual fires
of need and needingnothing, the city,
one reporter put it, likea forest burning open
ten thousand acres of seed,like two moons cue balling
into each other orthe ground of Missouri
breathing summer cloudsof cicadas, who come
into this world so fastand so numerous
for a week we rememberthe purpose of a body:
to break and notbe broken. [End Page 41]
V
Now we are singingto clouds hoping the dead
have ears. Their silenceis an American silence.
Oh God, Oh Louisiana, wheredoes sweetness come from?
What is this strange regretbut another way to be in a world
we don’t recognize? Another womandead from trying to get across the river.
Another woman dead from tryingto get across the river.
Cicada, I too am crying,rubbing my wings. [End Page 42]
Jeff Whitney is the author of The Tree With Lights In It (Thrush Press, 2015). With Philip Schaefer, he co-authored Smoke Tones (Phantom Limb Press) and Radio Silence, winner of the 2014 Black River Chapbook competition from Black Lawrence Press. Recent poems are in Blackbird, Birdfeast, Columbia Poetry Review, and Poetry Northwest.