all around you and me
standing in the
eyes,
a
whole
naked
flock of
artillery:
my
wrists
burn;
my bones are
break-
able as
night under the dead
weight of fall-
ing
squirrels.
let me make sure i re-
call
no
one’s
face: no lemur or loris or
lutheran or prickly
pear.
on
a wet
morning i am sure the drains
are full of soup, thin and
streaky and loud as
musical
boxes.
the bees
have denied
participation in
the
next war since
they
will
be al-
ready
dead. i speak to them now
and they
aren’t listening:
they
make
honey
now
and
aren’t lis-
tening.
they
won’t buzz be-
hind
anyone after
rain and cologne and
won’t
lie to themselves
that
they
will.
there are
scattered inkings
on the sky that
make
clouds only an after-
thought and if
i
could
find
a
woman eating
in silence
who
would
talk to me when she
had fin-
ished and
i could
question her
as
i
could twist a truth
which
we both
held, and then she could
simply
tell me to be
calm
when
i scream
and not to
eat
any
birds that
flew: to instead
gather ants like
an
armadillo. but
she
has no lips and
little stones
for
teeth, and the
crackling
of
her flesh is the crumbling
tan of the sun, and
i
won’t
close the
door after slipping inside
and i won’t care why
light
turns
to
water
in a fog of dust
and
i won’t mention the
enemies
all
around
us:
the breeze, the pressing
horizon, the beds without sleep, the
feathers falling like radiation,
inconsequential and
deadly.
____________
Livio Farallo
Review by Darren Demaree
“let me make sure I recall no one’s face” Farallo says in this cascading poem that searches that asks, that wants to stick like the honey the bees have made later on the poem. It’s really hard to write a poem with this much energy in it and use the disjointed form it’s in. Each line plays off the following line so well. The best part for me is the poem is relentless. Even as it rushes towards a conclusion there is no letup, no breaks, no willingness to give us refuge from the focus of the speaker. There is no compromise here, no bow to be tied, just the energy and the fight and the poetry.