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American Hurricane
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nobody knows how we all got into the room
 1
not exactly, not really
 2
but they’ve all got theories
 3
turning behind their eyes in insidious whorls
 4
like so many ants having lost direction
 5
marching solely by scent
 6
toward some dark and agitated center
 7
so dense and intoxicating and inescapable
 8
that they’ve either forgotten  
 9
that where they’re supposed to be going
 10
could not possibly be there
 11
or worse yet
 12
no longer cared to find it
 13
only to defiantly declare it found, this place
 14
in which they were always meant to die
 15
 
 
all of us now all here whirling in a conference room
 16
in a holding pattern before a pedestal
 17
pocked with branded microphones
 18
moored here by maelstroms started
 19
by tempestuous philosophies
 20
dreamed or designed by soothsayers in climates long ago
 21
when we didn’t know better than to see shapes in the clouds
 22
and take it as a promise that it was all for us
 23
and not for them
 24
 
 
we are ever-renewing refugees of the storms started inside of us
 25
and we’re sick and we’re tired and we’re hungry and we ache
 26
but more than any rations, any fresh water, any reason to stay
 27
we need rescue
 28
 
 
we need someone to come into this room right now
 29
with the right clothes and the right podium
 30
someone from the right places with the right things to say
 31
that knows about microphones and their seriousness
 32
and how to use them
 33
 
 
someone who can tell us
 34
about storms like we remember them
 35
to assure us that it’s over and that it was worth it
 36
someone to tell us what the hell we weathered this storm for
 37
and just what it all means anyway
 38
because we’ve been waiting for so long
 39
and so many people keep dying while we wait—
 40
man cannot live on “wait” alone
 41
 
 
what will they say
 42
whoever is really back there
 43
finally, when they realize
 44
the festooned ante-room they’ve been holed up in
 45
for as long as they can remember
 46
has no backdoor
 47
how embarrassed they’ll surely be
 48
when they realize they’ve kept us waiting
 49
how sorry they’ll be
 50
and begin to sweat a little when they admit
 51
they didn’t have time to prepare any remarks back there
 52
it may look nice to us but it is suffocating
 53
and that the tumult of storms is the nature of the thing
 54
that it is all so complex
 55
that our suffering was necessary
 56
and has been so beautiful to watch
 57
 
 
and will they tremble at all
 58
when the day finally comes
 59
when the moment is forced to its crisis?
 60
when the only way out of the room
 61
is through the storms
 62
started by warm waters dribbling from their mouths
 63
and the inciting winds of their speech
 64
 
 
when they finally realize
 65
the storm has reached their shores?
 66

9 Nov 18


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