Christian Hawkey Poems
|1.||Remembering; And With The Aid Of; Ventilation; And Production; The Poem||6/11/2015|
|2.||Hour with One Hand Inserted in a Time of War||12/20/2016|
|3.||Slow Waltz Through Inflatable Landscape||12/20/2016|
|5.||Elke Allowing the Floor to Rise Up Over Her, Face-Up||12/20/2016|
|6.||Report From the Undersecretary of Inquests||12/20/2016|
|8.||Hour of Secret Agents||12/20/2016|
|9.||Interlude With Gypsies and Tambourines||12/20/2016|
|10.||Not Yet by Lightning||12/20/2016|
|11.||Fraulein, can you||12/20/2016|
|12.||& then the miniature sheep||12/20/2016|
|13.||Slow Waltz Through Inflatable Landscape||12/20/2016|
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Hour with One Hand Inserted in a Time of War
We dug with our hands & hand shovels.
We dug with our spatulate feet.
& with torsos as our only circumference
we dug a maze. A maze of passageways:
Level Three the Maternity Ward, April
with knees on either side of her chin.
Some thoughts no wider than a chest.
Some thoughts no wider than a chest,
heaving. On Level Six a green parrot opened
its red beak & it reached us, seconds later,
as a roar. Our eyelashes cringed, & lashed back.
We named it the Level of Roaring Parrots
& turned back to our work, carrying sewage out
by moonlight, the buckets light each...