[Newspoetry] Totem and Shadow
William Gillespie
gillespi at ux1.cso.uiuc.edu
Fri Jan 14 08:42:39 CST 2000
Totem And Shadow
In Thicket Portage,
near the Arctic Circle,
the ground is frozen
all year long. White-
haired men drive white
buses across blue tundra.
The world, meanwhile,
is useful and social,
a weightless space
consisting of triumph,
waste, and desire,
which of course is
history, the dream
without the tangle.
Flocked like houses
in the squall of being,
events are dressed for
mourning everywhere we are.
Moralists at the boundary
of flesh and being,
we watch each generation
fold back into itself
like an urgent letter
that's finally never sent.
Covered with a snow
tainted and actual,
though not in fact real,
the concept of history
survives as a totem.
Cartoon graphics and
the Lascaux caves
emerge as the old.
We circle their shards
in the postmodern town,
our saliva and semen
dangerous as machines.
A hawkmoth drifts
toward a wintry aviary.
A width of crows
sways in thistles.
The world as act
is nimble as a shadow,
but we haven't
even the language
to speak its name.
Because the TV's on,
we can only watch intently
as the word bruise
darkens and the word
light brightens.
This is the way it is,
the present seems to argue:
a group of smiling firemen
posing in front of the fire,
an apocalypse so boring
its sequel is in planning.
-Paul Hoover
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