Befallen

December 8, 2008

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For the world so loved itself coming daily into light
the finish line of any sight beginning over there
where it isn’t such a stretch to think of truth as light

and in so thinking come to see yellow as much a part
as blue when it come to green a grasshoppers stirred up
amid yarrow and thistle disappears for one prismatic

blink risen say the sunblind

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Fear-fed by the firehaired the arresting flash
all light every center owes its eerie orange to bloodshed

ruddy self-congratulators brandishing a brand
new world they say quick to particularize
the earthen brown of famine to say whose bowl

of moon spills itself new but never fills
for the world so bled itself

by K. Alma Peterson

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  1. December 9, 2008 at 1:49 pm

    Strong use of biblical language to give point to the trope. I enjoyed, but was disturbed by this apocalypse — as was the intent.

  2. December 10, 2008 at 1:20 pm

    Oh this does impress me. Touches of a kind of dystopic Hopkins, and I love that punning enjambment in
    ‘ruddy self-congratulators brandishing a brand
    new world they say …’

    and the way it comes round on itself in the end.

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