|emergency almanac - summer 2003|
|by Anastasios Kozaitis|
We measure here from there
To triangulate a trip or two.
We book a sleeper to sway away the time among the cars.
Winds and wheels
Whisper a transcontinental lullaby—
—An elegy for the dead railway workers.
I can hear the polyglotic
Melancholic we miss you babies
In a dark demilitarized zone ode:
An immigrated dirge
Cracking into lines on the rough palms
Holding the heavy hammer handles.
Steel dropped down.
Steel dropped down
On to the earth and all its ruddy grooves.
Speed lost nothing among the dead.
Before the plainness of plains,
Before an archipelagic threshold,
Before a cell pool,
We roll shut the cabin’s doors
Rocking away from sleep.
Janus watches both directions
As we set off.
We placed the vellum on the table
And on the ventral chart
We dropped our points
On corresponding axes.
Impart a donor and oocyte
Somewhere in Edinburgh.
The loving shock of Cybele:
We will skip from Sicily
Islands one two three
Before we get to Ithaka.
For Dolly carried us out
Of Polyphemus’ cave.
She died before we reached the shore.
Anterior to the ship,
A lateral disposition
And we superior from the deck.
Off we went
Nobodies in Ionian waves,
Bluer than the neutral parchment
Our wake opens.
A journey’s eschatology
Lies buried in a Babylon we seek.
“We gonna walk through the roads
Target every square km
Of a surgically dissected Baghdad.
The Tigris and Euphrates Rivers,
Mesopotamia’s optic nerves,
Wash into An Nasiriyah,
The watershed where commissure
Babylon by bus,
Let the U2s see to it that their bull’s eyes fill with red
So that the missiles will find them to break their joints.
A tumor attaches to the bone of a peninsula.
Between the rivers
The marks we dropped down
We end the only way we know,
With an unknown endtime to an ending.