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August 2016

Voiceless

Voiceless

 

Who has no voice

Has had it taken away

 

We cry when born

We speak into the world

 

Who might grab that

With metal hands

And plastic intention

Abducting

Our first talent

 

Who has nothing

Will take yours, take

Mine

 

Save for the parable

And prophecy of Nathan

In which one who has

Too much

Takes more

 

Takes yours, takes mine

 

C L Couch

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Nykea Aldridge

Nykea Aldridge

(Chicago, Illinois)

 

She was a mom—I

Have to say was—on

Her way to school

To register her child,

Her younger charge

In a stroller Nykea

Was also attending

 

She was shot and

Killed; two brothers

Are now charged

 

There’s so much I don’t

Know, but we know

This:

 

Parents should not

Die this way, nor should

Anyone

 

Manatee

Manatee

 

All its age enfleshed

In deep-lined wisdom

 

Swims only enough

 

A round eye of black

Takes in everything

 

Takes you, takes me

 

Through a green liquid

Medium into inner

Space

 

Where energy abounds

And what the elder

Dreams

 

Flashes to merge with

Synaptic feelings

 

Action transduced into

Creation’s lightning

 

Welled in obsidian

Eye of the prototype

Mer-person for

A new world

“Earth Angel”

“Earth Angel”

(a doo-wop song, debuted in 1954)

 

A melody to finish

Tiring us out, as

We dance under its

Dappling melody

 

We are young:

What do we care

About exhaustion

When our energy’s

Unlimited

 

Entropy an unknown

Peril

 

We go until we

Drop

 

We never drop

Notte

Notte

 

Italian night

 

In Umbrio, in Amatrice

At six-point-two—and now

Rest is something

Else

 

It is what remains

After all has

Fallen and a

Victim people

Try to rise

 

Nature has

Split the nation

 

We must go there

To reach into

Rocks and

Open earth

 

To remove

Into airy day

Those who must

Exhale still

In order to

Remove or rebuild

 

Notte bianca o in bianco,

In sleepless night

haiku (night-driving home)

Moonrise tonight close

Above the line, tangerine

Half arc Earth-angled

Meals of Ashes

Meals of Ashes

 

How many times

Have I unintentionally

Poisoned myself

 

A question that goes

Along with how many

Pounds of earth will

I have eaten in my

Lifetime

 

Carbon on the grill,

Dust of dirt over

Fruit purchased in the

Wild or in the store,

 

Condensation nuclei

I breathe or drink

In, after the raindrops

And substance

For snow ice cream

Is formed

 

The world’s morsels

That I have consumed

Because I thought of

Other things,

 

Because the present

Need was urgent

(That is, exigent):

 

You know, I’d gulp

The same in order to

Pay attention to the

Denizens and not so

Much malleant detritus

Of my dusty planet

The Cajun Navy

The Cajun Navy

 

They launched in

Katrina,

 

Saving thousands

In their boats—

 

Rough sailors who

Know the way of

Waters

 

Others don’t

 

Now in Louisiana

On high ground,

 

Crews set sail,

Aiming toward

Smaller and

Smaller, landed

Circles

 

Around which

Whorl the

Helpless

 

Who “don’t flood”

 

 

(http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation-now/2016/08/16/louisianas-cajun-navy-sets-sail-fishing-boats-rescue-flood-victims/88876726/)

Psalm 50 (a song about un-ending)

Psalm 50

(a song about un-ending)

 

hours

 

sing monastic

song throughout

the night

 

how do we

sing with

what’s not

 

been heard

in heaven’s

day

 

we practice

with tentative

skill

 

for you are

excellence

 

our unto

the Lord makes

sense

 

when on

an uneven

way

 

pleasing you

we are free

to turn

 

it is enough

for you

 

you are delight

we know

the joy

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