Magazine | November 7, 2016, Issue

Poetry

HOMELAND

“. . . I cannot sing

Amid this horror.”

                     – Anna Akhmatova

                     (early draft of “Poem without a Hero”)

Months pass without a single word recorded,

Eliminating each suspicious link:

The terrorizing, barbarizing, sordid,

The ones who poison tea, with those who drink.

“O, most false love, where be the sacred vials

Thou should’st fill . . . ?” A subject lethally dosed,

I lurch at each new week’s compounding trials

Exploding round, like Hamlet’s father’s ghost.

Official, noncommittal X-ray vans

Roll swiftly past with purpose, formal seal

A tip suggesting something heavy scans

For cruel contraband, through stone and steel –

Their fluid cool and zero room for error

Lending an added facet to the terror.

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Poetry

HOMELAND “. . . I cannot sing Amid this horror.”                      – Anna Akhmatova                      (early draft of “Poem without a Hero”) Months pass without a single word recorded, Eliminating each suspicious link: The terrorizing, barbarizing, sordid, The ones who ...

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