Poem: ‘No One Today’
Jorie Graham, 25 April 2024
of my own died. Idid not die. Mylove did not. Is intact. Ichecked. Beloveds
were not dragged
into the net ofthe eye ofthe drone, were not dis-membered into
instant ancestors –not even memories, toofast, too torn, no. Screams. Wewoke. The sun
came first inveins of red then rips,pinks, then rose asusual. We
didn’t look up, atefast, were late, the day filledup, we askedall our
questions...