A City Full of Eyes (James Cilhar)

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POEMS
 • Rancho Nostalgia
 • ’Til We Meet Again
 • Night Song
 • Lonely, Deeply
 • Light and Dark
 • The Face Behind the Mask
 • Johnny Guitar
 • Undercurrent
 • Nora Prentiss
 • King Arthur and His Mob
 • The Normal Lives of
    Good People
 •
English Poem
 • The Projectionist
 • Man Proof
 • The Reality Show
 • Modern Maturity
 • Epistemology Roadshow
 • Nostalgiarama
 • Let’s All Chant
 • Rancho Nostalgia II

 

 

English Poem

Ward Pottery business card holder.
          A gray rabbit looks quizzically
                    at the space where name and title should appear.

People I’ve helped who help me now.
          The gap between train and platform,
                    reality and expectation, time is running

oblique. The Victorians believed
          four humors flow through all of us,
                    an ocean of bile, islands of flesh.

Dresden was an answer to Coventry. If history
          is a country we can visit, then Hitler, Roosevelt,
                    and Churchill are rag dolls in the future’s toy box,

trading cards in the same hologram deck. Julian
          of Norwich asked to be bricked in a wall
                    in order to get to heaven sooner.

Visitors fed her through a gap in the mortar. I believe that evil
          belongs together, Mussolini and the Lockerbie bomber
                    sitting at the same lunchroom cafeteria table,

and that everything that survives deserves our love. Salvation
          is on the other side of the world.
                    I promise that a detour is a diversion

as surely as I know that we will someday fly outside
          the atmosphere for faster travel. Today
                    a team of English scientists discovered

a monster star ten million times brighter than our sun.
          Hell falls away the moment when the boaters on the lake
                    wave to the tourists on the shore.


  © James Cihlar, 2012
 

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