A gift of Island poetry

Steve McOrmond

Curated by Deirdre Kessler

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WE: AN APOLOGIA

We loved the idea of trees and occasionally
to stroll among them. We loved how quiet
the city when it snowed and the view
from the air as we flew. Sleek and laminar,
we hurtled from one instant to the next.
We had been given a broad mandate: subdue
the continents, the sea and sky, fortify
the savage border. It was written.
We were the bee’s knees, the mutt’s nuts.
Our enlightenment was collateral.
We recalibrated the detectors.
We perfected the machine-human interface.
We left our footprints in the dust of other worlds.
We didn’t know what we didn’t
know. We disabled the fail-safes.
We reverse-engineered the Big Bang.
We reintroduced the wolves.
We mea-culpa-ed toward the door.
And we loved to dance.

Steve McOrmond. Reckon. Brick Books, 2018.

Deirdre Kessler selects a poem a month by an Island poet for The Buzz.

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