- In Thermopylae
i.m. Seamus Heaney
Your
longed-for music, through cement, through wood,through the guttural autumn taxis,
unclouding
swift and pale down avenues, with the starkoutbreak of troops in the epic muslin, black
as dawn's cinders, towards the true northof your irises' extinction, afire, to-torn flashes
of dark at wakes, where crude bouncesbeyond any proof
God outpaces
the supposition of your death. All remains likean erring spring, in another place, [End Page 1]
Thermopylae: theresplintering coals in water hiss, Sea Sea-moss Sea-must,
assailed by breath
the sun-struck boy, near and faint,doing homage in pieces
the ancient savings
with nothing said, all, in a way, screams. [End Page 2]
Ishion Hutchinson was born in Port Antonio, Jamaica. He is the author of the poetry collections Far District and House of Lords and Commons. He teaches in the graduate writing program at Cornell University.