Three poems by Tom Chivers
walked into the mountains (actually
rain: rain on path rain on dogs
rain falling in the bay through sun
direction of ie. towards the
fuming mountains (also, on crown
of Hitler Youth til slick) where the mist
(a kind of purple) clung or shrouded
whatever and (it fell on our faces and
hands) made to stop and go left
(pine release, very wet) at the fence-line
even though I didn’t see any military
personnel or smart bombs and correctly
identified the tiny bird that was flying
in the storm
when the mountain
was biggest (I saw a crane, you
a house, it was pouring) on the bypass
with four lanes two for local traffic
direction of ie. towards
Puerta Pollenca, Mallorca
Poem as bullet
A typographic rukus interrupts
their dense arrangement of wires;
for its own sake language was
alone on top of a cold building.
Steel performs a shedding of skin
in reverse. The snake creeps back
inside. In truth, the whole metropolis
is bleeding from the guts and gums.
To order space when we cannot even
tell the time –that seems, to me, absurd.
University of Life, mate. (Up a garret
down a side road with no heating.)
Some scrag in a poncho screaming
How’s your father? to a rookery of
knaves who’ve missed the deadline,
press execute and drop. The signal
to advance arrives, but through a process
of erasure, ritualised in stocks, fails to
register; they slump. Soon it will be 2010.
Incendiary devices are improvised
from the rotting shells of dead poets.
Over the border
the taken, the missing, the dead
are ten years younger, in polo necks
and uncompromising 1980s hair, stare
goggle-eyed in booths for that snapshot
their wives or mothers will keep.
the uncapped lens of a Sony digicam
nuzzles in the heat of a day; they scan
the brown hills, the silent date fields:
“I came to take pictures, to smell it…
to see where the Katyusha burned.”
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