Jorie Graham

your mind. Turnaround. Lookthe other way.Is there another

way. Go ahead. Try to positthe future. It’sjust down there she sd, hesd, the bodies torn to

pieces sd, the skins like rags,the bloody hair, the burninghair – but where isthe face. Who were u then. The birds

are making nests of gatheringsfrom the massgraves. Are you hearingthe ID fall from

the hand, the crows fleeingin retreat,...

I took off my glasses& pocketed them.I took out my eyes& tossed them up

for the crows to catch& turn tonotes. I feltthe wind. The one crow

landing on the rankingbranch. Staringat me. Feltthat. It was all

flowing now. I made

my way to where I was to jointhe others. The otherswere all alreadythere. There was

chanting, there were orders, the instructions wereloud. Impatiencemade itself at...

filled the fields. The way forward filled with the wayback. Are those humans out there orjust hollows filled with mercury & ash.When it comes into view the mountain is cleaved open.The silver is picked out.Thousands of them with their instruments up against the face ofthe rock. Their bodies break & they are replaced.Is it BC or AD. The years break & they arereplaced. The event...

everyone woke up. It was a gorgeous sunny day. The lists with our names on them were laid out in the light. Someone straightened the pile. Are they complete I heard a voice ask though it was awfully far away from the beautiful day. Which was a masterpiece. Something’s apogee. A hegemon, a crystallisation – a gigantic re-beginning. We will all be trans- formed I heard myself think....

A hand or something likea handappeared in the uppersky & Isaw what must have beenits fingers un-furl & drop two ice-whitedice which begantheir slowtumbling each over eachdown till they turnedto wings draggedby the weight oftheir bodies down & thenall the new &improvedviruses shook out theirmutationsas they fell, as theysprinkled down & dustedus – in-candescent –...