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Martin Willitts (3 poems)

Judith Slaying Holofernes

(Painting by Artemisia Gentileschi, 1610)

(The Book of Judith was probably written during the Second Temple Period)

 

We cannot talk about water without mentioning knives,

or the migration of flamingoes over the marshes.

We cannot open our mouths without spitting flames.

 

Words bring their own baskets of meaning.

All of this is waking from beauty into revenge.

This is not the better angels you’ve heard about.

 

We cannot hear the bedsheets being tortured,

because the sun is incorrigibly perfect

like wasps in the garden, dying off in early fall.

 

Every negative comment is too human.

Every deaf ear is a barometer ignoring the season.

Every moment is tainted by light.

 

Knives only have one purpose in life:

the edge of silence,

ruffling cobalt blue dress movement.

 

This is white retribution, in rolled-up sleeves,

putting you back into work, hacksawing

with no delicacy because none was given.

Everlasting

The everlasting is a vague promise of what will happen

beyond this life, this path of green and water and light.

 

Every year, I enjoy the spring purple violets,

the quizzical bees following memory, the rapture

of Cataula’s one-week white flower, the scarlet cardinals,

the breathlessness of yellow tanagers that never returned

again, the untouched grotto with pure water, the singing

of a child on the other side of a fence.

The Day is Speechlessly Broken

my father scuffling

on a deer trail winding

through white pine

into the shockingly

beautiful birds

manifesting trees

their music

he will never hear

 

I sign songbirds

 

signed this

is music

Martin Willitts Jr has 24 chapbooks including the Turtle Island Quarterly Editor’s Choice Award, “The Wire Fence Holding Back the World” (Flowstone Press, 2017), plus 16 full-length collections including the Blue Light Award 2019, “The Temporary World”. His recent book is "Unfolding Towards Love" (Wipf and Stock).

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