17 Nov 2020

Time Has Gone Strange Because (poem)

Time Has Gone Strange Because

As long as they're flying
it's night.
Because they're flying,
I crouch.
They don't tire, and
I have been crouching for months
now, nearly a year now
it's been dark.
Cramp-knotted calves,
shoulder-hunched breath.
I long to stand, I remember
standing and want to stand,
to stand, to stand,
to stand, to stand!
If I do, they will snatch me.
I'll be one of them,
dragging night in circles,
in circles over this fallen city
where victims stand,
where people crouch.

-- Carl Bettis

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