Poem (We file like pilgrims...)
We file like pilgrims through the Richard Serra
Calling Mexico for help
"Ringed by the magical Necklace of Lights"
In debt up to our ears
The spiral has a navel for reflection and three discreet surveillance cameras
To crease, to fold, to bend, to crumple—
"He delights in the heat and violence of steel production"
Oh I bet
Try this: "Tonghua steel riot"
Triumph for literature! The guards keep peering at my notebook
Making sure I'm only writing, not sketching
Counterclockwise through the galleries,
Down into the underworld...
a vesica piscis where
we can always be two places at once
Loaves and fishes!
Tossed from a white limousine
The Iowa Review Winter 2011 / 2012
Winter 2011 / 2012
Copyright © 2011 by Chris Nealon
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Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission