by David Radavich
One scarcely
wants to remember
any more.
Change happens
on its own
or does
not happen
like this sewage
building up
and everyone wants
a plumber immediately
but he is already
elsewhere engaged
and no one
here knows pipes
or purging so
we wait
for nature to
reclaim its own
and gird our loins
for more war
and no selection
is not money
that will nonetheless
turn one day into
history
and monuments
erected to
the bronzification
that discord brought
in the glancing
of one face
one incurious
eye into a camera
that only
shuddered
without thinking.
David Radavich's poetry publications include Slain Species (Court Poetry Press, London), By the Way (Buttonwood Press, 1998), and Great Hits (Pudding House Press, 2000), as well as individual poems in anthologies and magazines. His plays have been performed across the U.S. and abroad, including five Off-Off-Broadway productions. He also enjoys writing essays on poetry, drama, and contemporary issues. His latest book is America Bound: An Epic for Our Time (Plain View Press, 2007).
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