reduced to quatrain
Again. Down at the water birds tread—
feet in mire, wings mucked. Once-fish
wash up and a few beaks pick at, twitch
inside them. The dead and half-dead
littering the shore are plastics. Am
I terrified that these immensities
of what I’ve done are licensed? Yes.
Rage erupts, and me—part-owner of a dam.
Oceans die and to do nothing I wade
into the dying—my body asking to offer
itself comfort: some lulling rhythmic turn
borrowed even longer ago from a wave.
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there is no distance
if I poison
I am poisoner
torturing—
a torturer
doing not a thing am I not a thing
pouring black
into the machine I
become thing-like
wound darkly
a wounding clock
a keep for
killing I watch I
watch and watching
am what I do not
stop nor seek to unwind
who might I
be I’ve caged
she thins dis-
persed inside
her sorry so-the-fuck-what jailor
all mad here—it’s
mercury it’s petrol
bottled she bolts
her desire to fly
her best-worst attribute to the earth
waters were once
a kind of flight—if
I fly I’m a f-ing
liar—de-siring
what? while ink-dark milk plumes through
unslaking sobs of
we: babies, takers
–Kirsten Kaschock
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STATEMENT
I don’t know how one should make poems out of sorrow, complicity, and impotence. I only hope that making poems can be a first step toward action. While this is happening, I have been reading aloud Madeleine L’Engle’s book A Wrinkle in Time to my sons. In that book, three children travel light years from home to fight a dark cloud that they are told also shadows the earth. Such a shadow has leapt from metaphor into our water—the amniotic fluid of the planet. Art can feel small against this—and crucial.
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Kirsten Kaschock’s first book of poetry, Unfathoms, is available from Slope Editions. a beautiful name for a girl is upcoming from Ahsahta Press. Kirsten is currently a Ph.D. fellow in dance at Temple University and resides in Manayunk, Pennsylvania, where she makes things.
“doing not a thing am I not a thing”
Wow. Nice.
I really enjoyed “a beautiful name for a girl” when it was selected for The Rumpus book club.