Featured Poem 11/13/05


Democracy

 

One verdant minute

after the next, the love of the people

eludes him.

 

What does it mean? One thing unfolds

 

as a chain of things: the failure of making

a fantasy park

out of war.

 

in an armchair,

the passage of hundreds of years

 

the loss of perpetual motion, the line

that proceeds

"a dark sky, and nothing but fire"

in his absence, the absence

of millions

 

Laura Sims

from her 2005 Alberta Prize book Practice, Restraint
Order it at http://www.upne.com/0-9740909-9-9.html

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