Throw Words on the Fire by Katherine Fishburn



for now I have had to lay down
my quiver of pencils
put aside my fat sable brushes
still flush with water


there are too many images already
images that are endlessly repeated
wherever I turn
red images tinged with orange
that flash and are gone
gray images outlined in black
that swell and rise like the thermals
made visible
wind-swept particles
of yellow ochre that disable
the mighty fighting machines
and burrow under the loose folds of cloth
to worry the weary skin
of guileless soldiers who
they have learned
had not been adequately
informed of what lay ahead
as they stormed out of the bay
ready for action
onto the plains
of the country
they had been ordered
to save

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but where are the images
we had been told to expect?
those of welcoming smiles
and hands raised in jubilation
eyes filled with glittering tears of relief
and thanksgiving


the smiles have withered
to narrow channels desperate for water
the hands lowered
to snatch their neighbor’s share
of the limited food being
distributed
the eyes are dark and silent as
trees struck by lightning:

they rebuke me
yet all I can do
is throw words on the fire

(March 27, 2003)

 


Katherine Fishburn's first collection of poems, The Dead Are So Disappointing, is published by Michigan State University Press (2000).  She is the author of numerous essays and scholarly books, the most recent of which is (click title of book) The Problem of Embodiment in Early African American Narrative.  Katherine Fishburn is Professor of English at Michigan State University.

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