This poem is taken from PN Review 225, Volume 42 Number 1, September - October 2015.
SubtitleThe poem keeps away when I can’t see or there’s nothing to see
We were looking at what seemed to be nothing,
which was, in fact, nothing, gradually and suddenly gone,
fascinating the way footage of a car-crash is fascinating,
or the wrongful demolition of a hospital, beautiful.
There must be a better word for just exactly the wrong
word for ‘accident’, or ‘the almost complete absence
of light from a room lighted only by the static from
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