Poetry by Michael Burch
OF CIVILISATION AND DISENCHANTMENT Suddenly uncomfortable to stay at my grandfather’s house— actually his third new wife’s, in her daughter’s bedroom —one interminable summer with nothing to do, all the meals served cold, even beans and peas— Lacking the words to describe ah!, those pearl-lustrous estuaries— strange omens, incoherent nights. Seeing the flares of the river barges illuminating Memphis, city of bluffs and dying splendours. Drifting toward Alexandria, Pharaos, Rhakotis, Djoser’s fertile delta, lands at the beginning of a new time and “civilization.” Leaving behind sixty miles of unbroken cemetery, Alexander’s corpse floating seaward, bobbing, milk white, in a jar of honey. Memphis shall be waste and desolate, without an inhabitant. Or so the people dreamed, in chains. (Published by The Centrifugal Eye and The Centrifugal Eye Fifth Anniversary Anthology) JUST DESSERTS “The West Antarctic ice sheet might not need a huge nudge to budge.” And if it does budge, denialist fudge may force us to trudge neck-deep in the sludge! (The first stanza is a quote by paleo-climatologist Jeremy Shakun in the Science magazine.)
Michael R. Burch’s poems have been published by hundreds of literary journals, taught in high schools and colleges, translated into fourteen languages, incorporated into three plays and two operas, and set to music by seventeen composers.
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