Nathaniel Mackey Poems

— "mu" fifth part —

His they their
we, their he
his was but if
...

-ring of the well-


Fray was the name where we came
to next. Might've been a place,
...

Next a Brazilian cut came
on Sophia picked. Paulinho's
voice lit our way for what
seemed eternity,
...

The vote came in early. We ignored
it. No ballout-box auction for us...
Nub's uninstructed dance's bare
feet, music we took them for.
...

— "mu" one hundred eighteenth part —


Heaved our bags and headed out again. Again
the ground that was to've been there wasn't.
...

—"mu" forty-eighth part—

"While we're alive," we kept
repeating. Tongues, throats,
roofs of our mouths bone dry,
...

—"mu" twentieth part—

The way we lay
we mimed a body
of water. It was
...

—"mu" sixty-first part—


Gray morning, blue morning, a
feather blown between. Mashed
...

—"mu" twenty-eighth part—

On Antiphon Island they lowered
the bar and we bent back. It
wasn't limbo we were in albeit
...