Verse:
Fandel, Larry Rubin, Michael Cadnum, Paul Petrie, John
Larry Rubin
Harrisburg, Mon Amour (Three-Mile Island)
Dissecting the seed, we split infinity,
Vaporizing time for those beneath
The cloud. Layers of peeling atoms smashed
Into the cells and scorched...
...Your ghost fills the woods like cold...
...You forget everything, and learn grief again, a language made of water, carrying your old life, and the lives before that in your ignorance, like the oxygen in the tunnel of each hair...
...The bullet opens a hand inside you...
...One morning you are reborn...
...Who knew the flowers were ours...
...Have we a chance...
...It leaks from our minds like water...
...If butterfly And whale go by...
...Layers of peeling atoms smashed Into the cells and scorched the flowers of flesh Forever...
...Now they store warheads to make more dead wardead.ore warheads to make more dead wardead...
...Paul Petrie Memory's End Memory fails the dead...
...Larry Rubin Harrisburg, Mon Amour (Three-Mile Island) Dissecting the seed, we split infinity, Vaporizing time for those beneath The cloud...
...John Fandel Incident at Damascus, Ark...
...Silos used to be for wheat for bread...
...A creek where water seeps through the stones...
...Will you and I Have staying power, Threatened by our Own kind, and flower...
...It is we who must remember what they in their thrifty beds forget, forget forever...
...Your new childhood is far away, in a white house...
...Here was Hiroshima, Lord, and lookPennsylvania stands...
...You die...
...John Fandel red Species Michael Cadnum Ghost There is a note under your door...
...Yet somewhere On the golden Susquehanna flesh Is pulsing to a new refrain, electrons Ripping from the children's cells, blood Counts more important now than stars Of gold from Sunday School, than molten domes...
...Dear Ghost, neither live nor dead, bear in mind tins world, remember...
...Your old rival will meet you at dawn: snow...
...Reconnaissance, Or renaissance...
...It happened to Xerces Blue: It could to you, When Man's defense Need be Immense Brains Minus Sense...
...Memory fails the live...
Vol. 115 • February 1988 • No. 4
