rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Something I Keep Forgetting

There is barbecuing somewhere nearby, filling the air with the smells of lighter fluid and cheap cuts of meat. The afternoon hangs out like a good-looking lout, free of ambition, content to lean against a tree and be looked at. I'll watch it fade and wither into dusk. Nobody here does anything interesting. It's always the same stuff, week after week as the season wears away and the leaves, dryer and dryer, crackle louder and louder underfoot. The leaves now sound like my joints feel. I try not to step on them.

I doze off and go running across a field where the dry grass shoots out seeds with loud pops, the arid vegetable eroticism of late summer now approaching its peak. I have the feeling I'm going somewhere, but the doze ends and I snap awake in my dull chair, the gathered heat belying the liquid light that ripples across the floor like the ghost of a cool stream. This time of year is full of lies. Never trust it.



Sunday Verse


The Babies


by Mark Strand


Let us save the babies.
Let us run downtown.
I shall wear tails.

Let us save the babies
even if we run in rags
to the heart of town.

Let us not wait for tomorrow.
Let us drive into town
and save the babies.

Let us hurry.
They lie in a warehouse
with iron windows and iron doors.

The sunset pink of their skin
is beginning to glow.
Their teeth

poke through their gums
like tombstones.
Let us hurry

They have fallen asleep.
Their dreams
are infecting them.

Let us hurry.
Their screams rise
from the warehouse chimney.

We must move faster.
The babies have grown into their suits.
They march all day in the sun without blinking.

Their leader sits in a bullet-proof car and applauds.
Smoke issues from his helmet.
We cannot see his face:

we are still running.
More babies than ever are locked in the warehouse.
Their screams are like sirens.

We are still running to the heart of town.
Our clothes are getting ragged.
We shall not wait for tomorrow.

The future is always beginning now.
The babies are growing into their suits.
Let us run to the heart of town.

Let us hurry.
Let us save the babies.
Let us try to save the babies.
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