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September 6, 2019 Poetry

Two Poems

Kevin Latimer

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this poem starts on a tuesday in Kansas

a twister settles in. there is a twister dancing 
in the night like a blight on the sky’s eye & 
the people are afraid. someone yells: there is a fire 
in the barn.
you think you see your barn on fire. 
your sister runs into your room. she smells rancid 
from the smoke & the fire. she is speaking, you think. 
the fire is burning. the twister slips in. quick,
yells the farmhand. people gather to put the fire out. 
the twister, like by nature that disasters should, 
puts an end to these people: twister, twister flings
them up. limbs smack against your bedroom
window. a severed hand waves in greeting.
the twister touches down upon your house. 
all you see is

to the boys dancing in the wound in the ground

a hole opens up in the ground. no one dares go near it.
they call the site condemned. little did they know in the depths
                of the night, boys dance casually around the hole’s iris; praying
in ritual. praying for the sun. for new beginnings. they pray for the rain to fall 
& dance off their fingertips; fall into the nothing. every night these boys pray &
                dance & pray &     
one night, after the boys have exhausted all their prayers; poured themselves  
      into the ground’s black heart: the sky opens up, pours down a rainwater        
            blessing; offerings fall from the sky. the boys raise their hands, dance.
               the hole swells up, bursts. the old men say, be careful what you wish 
water fills up their lungs. the entire town 
                                         drowns with 


image: Dorothy Chan