Plague Poem
by Katha Pollitt
Perhaps it is best that we go away now
bundle up our tyrants, lies and balloons, our screams,
long nights in front of TV with a beer and takeout,
furtive ecstasies in hotel closets.
We could just leave quietly
ignoring
the ghosts of our fathers
striding through the mists in their clanking armor,
babbling about justice and the glorious future.
The swans and dolphins will not try to restrain us.
A poet should praise the world.
Good luck with that!
I’ve stopped following the news.
Perhaps when we are gone
The mythological animals—
dragons and griffins, the beautiful lonely phoenix—
will come out of hiding
and loll on the empty benches
in the park that shimmers feverishly
below my window.
Excerpted from Together in a Sudden Strangeness, published by Alfred A Knopf
Via Literary Hub
About Me
- The Nag
- Niagara on the Lake, Ontario, Canada
- My virtue is that I say what I think, my vice that what I think doesn't amount to much.
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