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Cassandra  Cleghorn


Letter from the Provinces

“If you’re not with us, you’re irrelevant.”
              –George W. Bush, Jr.
“What we say goes.”
              –George W. Bush, Sr.

Talking to my mother about the prospect of war
makes me want to go to war.  Talking to my mother
about the space shuttle makes me want the astronauts
        deaths
to have been painful, sustained, makes me want pieces
of their charred bodies to have rained down on Texas
in recognizable bits, more than ash, more than the airy
transmogrification their end surely was.  
My mother fears war, listens
with horror to the President’s sneer.
For the most part my mother
says things I would say,
things I have said, or thought,
if only fleetingly.  So why when she leaves
am I filled with rage?  
Why do I blaspheme the dead, and those
who are about to die?

Until now we were moving in the slowest motion possible.
There was all the time in the world to reach for the belt,
open the car door, throw yourself out onto the asphalt,
knowing that such a choice involved its own
scrappy risks; scream until your throat
collapsed in upon itself like a paper straw;
pray, perhaps, for an intervention
before we hit the wall
(I can hear the doctor’s cry, "I am a poet! I
am. I am. I am a poet, I
reaffirmed, ashamed…");

Must I sit still
after all? Can no one, finally,
bear to hear what another wants, and,
having heard, relent from the version of self
he’s bent on being?
Can no one change another’s course?
The Jaws of Death
are at the ready.


Statement of Conscience

Even before literal violence is underaken in Iraq, the President's policies have done violence to basic rights and to our language.  One thing poets can do is to try to recover fear, grief, and anger as legitimate forms of speech, resources to help us imagine, now, the pain that will come with Bush's war plan.

My words cannot hurt or help those who have already died; but I write in the hope that what we say now may affect the futures of those still alive.


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