While the Light Lasts…
by Joani Reese
I.
Pockets stuffed with extra ammo, rifled men deconstruct
bodies clinging to steel cables. The trapped link arms on truss ledges: black,
brown, white sail into air, leaving red Pollack arcs shooting behind.
II.
Lovers whimper between clenched teeth, then jump, as bullets
whiz by overhead. Church women crouch in the uptown direction to bat at passing
souls, desperate to save a few, but spirits slip like yellow silk through their
fingers and the wind from their leaving floats over the cantilevered arch
spanning the blazing river.
III.
Smoke from bodies aflame tongues the strung moon; ashes flake
their wings as cardinals litter the sky like liquid roses, their trajectory a
drunkards' scribble across the fire-haloed clouds.
IV.
The thump of a falling body startles a cur that scares under
the spandrel. Nosing the air, he yips from his hinged jaw, smells his own dog
denouement in the gathering atoms of night.
V.
The water's breast is lumpy with meat; painted waves flicker
an oily rainbow of expanding heat.
VI.
The fearless dead lie coffined beneath earthen slabs of clay
while beyond the water, fires wink out, one by one by one, the light fails, and
midnight capes fresh corpses sprouting metal petals from their breasts.
VII.
A neon billboard's words flash a riddle over Times Square no
tongue will ever solve. A New York Times
front page from yesterday tumbles and folds itself around a trembling lamppost.
VIII.
In a hot green room across the river, a red-headed girl
flips the pages of a photo album perched atop her nine month belly, a frown on
her face. She gazes at photographs collected by those whom she does not yet
know have joined the dead. She raises her head and asks the quickening air, where do people go when they don't come back
no more?
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"While the Light Lasts..." is from Joani Reese's collection Night Chorus (Lit Fest Press, 2015).
"While the Light Lasts..." is from Joani Reese's collection Night Chorus (Lit Fest Press, 2015).
Joani Reese writes poems, CNF, personal essays, and flash
fiction. She has had two poetry chapbooks published. LitFestPress published her
full-length, mixed genre book, Night
Chorus, in 2015. She has won a few awards. Reese lives and works in Texas
and is owned by a number of recalcitrant cats.
Vividly brutal imagery. The biggest jolt: "Times Square." And this startling flash of beauty amid the horror: "ashes flake their wings as cardinals litter the sky like liquid roses"
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