Post-Modernism - Poem by James Galvin
A pinup of Rita Hayworth was taped
To the bomb that fell on Hiroshima.
The Avant-garde makes me weep with boredom.
Hares are wishes, especially dark ones.
That's why twitches and fences.
That's why switches and spurs.
That's why the idiom of betrayal.
They forgive us.
Their windswayed manes and tails,
Affront the winterscrubbed prairie
They live in both worlds and forgive us.
I'll give you a hint: the wind in fits and starts.
Like schoolchildren when the teacher walks in,
The aspens jostle for their places
And fall still.
A delirium of ridges breaks in a blue streak:
A confusion of means
Saved from annihilation
A horse gallops up to the gate and stops.
The rider dismounts.
Do I know him?
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