elocation (or, exit us) | evie shockley
the city is american, so she
can map it. train tracks, highways slice through, bleed
only to one side. like a half-red sea
permanently parted, the middle she'd
pass through, like the rest, in a wheeling rush,
afraid the divide would not hold and all
would drown - city as almighty ambush -
beneath the crashing waves of human hell.
the city's infra(red)structure sweats her,
a land(e)scape she can't make, though she knows
the way. she's got great heart, but that gets her where? egypt's always on her right (it goes
where she goes), canaan's always just a-head,
and to her left, land of the bloodless dead.
can map it. train tracks, highways slice through, bleed
only to one side. like a half-red sea
permanently parted, the middle she'd
pass through, like the rest, in a wheeling rush,
afraid the divide would not hold and all
would drown - city as almighty ambush -
beneath the crashing waves of human hell.
the city's infra(red)structure sweats her,
a land(e)scape she can't make, though she knows
the way. she's got great heart, but that gets her where? egypt's always on her right (it goes
where she goes), canaan's always just a-head,
and to her left, land of the bloodless dead.