The Hunted and
the empty space
beyond the circumferences
as they move
they wear thinner
Over, Haiti Invaded
let us in, we simply
way in, drifting
empty turnstiles, facing
the empty “circle”
valuable as a diamond) [suggest delete or “not a diamond”
of the base
paths, waiting for something to happen.
paths – two words]
let me on before, used
over the PA anyone entering the field of play
conclusion of play
will be put
only to be
let out again one day.
delete as it breaks
Guards lined up facing me, facing
PA announcement to my ear]
orange, and blue fold-down seats,
something to happen, backs
to what was
happening as the last gravitated ball arched directly
leather home to be cuddled and carried
field and thrown into the bottom
of a locker
or supply cabinet. Now there’s no one
to take my
ticket, no one to say enjoy the game,
to say, Bruce,
you doing there, son, to wipe
free of rain and hold her hand out as I place
there and thank her. Instead, I’m
[Suggest delete and
another field of play, where, in Port au Prince,
lined up 20
per circular degree, they collectively ask for my ticket,
to the field of action.
like my scorecard, my banner,
comma after blank]
which had contained an elaborate objection,
confession, now erased
television static between innings.
happening back there around the pitcher’s mound?
white palace like a pitcher of
rests center stage
a terrified child,
throw or to be thrown to.
In Nanjing, our guide told us
all of the bricks in the city wall
were handmade and signed
to ensure either their permanence
or the artist’s freedom.
Bruce Covey is Adjunct Professor of Creative Writing at Emory University and
author of three collections of poetry—The Greek Gods as Telephone Wires,
Ten Pins, Ten Frames, and the forthcoming Glass Is Really a Liquid—all
from Front Room Publishers. His work
also appears or is forthcoming in 26, Jacket, Explosive Magazine, Shampoo,
MiPo, can we have our ball back?, puppyflowers, CrossConnect, Big Bridge,
Word For/Word, GutCult, and other journals.