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The Elect,
This Time Gone So Fine
by Elena Alexander
The Elect (3 November 2004)*
You can’t hear me
whimper over thumps
on your Bible—the whumpety-
whumps of a flat losing
air—quickly, quickly, we’re going away
where rubber meets sum down the road: fur;
flesh. Blaring
lights light dead eyes. Mouse.
Turtle-deer. Some body’s home-
made child
stitched up,
to look almost real.
*November 2nd, George W. Bush was elected to a second term, as 43rd President of the United States.
Eight months earlier, we'd shocked and awed Iraq.
This Time Gone So Fine
1.
Sheltered wilderness a paradox, naturally
macabre. I am
inside. Outside, goofy
moose-face above graceful gams;
loon’s tremolo; grand
web’s hoarding. Nights,
the cat, her catch. Each fresh kill
makes kitty cry, a sound like sex while mourning.
Her hunts aren’t required.
Prides don’t play with food. Domestication confuses.
What cat bats, bats back.
A mole, a vole, last night,
a squirrel. Restless
and mean, I wrest her prize,
fling it from the porch.
She sniffs blood.
I stalk off.
She’s found in first light.
A man lifts the dead
rodent. Paws
recall my grandmother’s hands
in final days, each pointy nail,
perfection. Left eye, an em dash,
the right, open, shining, a tiny
black olive, or just an eye
witness to its own abrupt subtraction.
2.
Five a.m. walkout.
Be where the storm
is
a wooden porch,
a pewtered pond.
Pink sugar-water attracts
wings razoring razoring
rain
persistent
wings stay winds. Sharp
bones warm
within feathers and flap.
Slim bills suck
sappy treats meant only for them.
What can you say of false nectar?
It would rot birds’ teeth.
Jays come.
So do squirrels—quarrels.
Some want water, others, seeds.
Each wants to feast another’s feeder.
Nature’s raw raucousness flares,
ebbs. Out on the pond
a loon’s eye, red.
Contributor
Elena AlexanderELENA ALEXANDER’s poem "How the Lurking" won The Arts Respond to 9-11 competition.
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