Thursday, April 23, 2026

Poem in Memory of JH Prynne

 

No Ultima Thule, No Coda

 

            im Jeremy

 

Obituaries will slant

towards inclination —

            in this

            de-realming,

wood pigeons bombilate

and you watch their

            history

            with application.

Roasted root vegetables

were more than an invitation,

            and the ferry

            was work

across speech bubbles

of reflection: what holds

            an identikit

            against conspiracy,

swayed in the circuitry,

limited to outreach emoticons.

            What will

            become

of that manuscript (monumental)

of love poetry (deprogrammed)

            shown

            beyond

the fallout of the Financial

Times? Contractions

            from the epoch

            of typewriter:

less space for questioning

before punctuation

            seizes

            the tiller.

Offering company, hinting

chimeras — drizzle

            arcing efflorescent

            powerlines:

how power is sourced,

distributed, made in reliance.

 

 

            John Kinsella


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