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Each Chartered Street - Sebastian Agudelo
Beauty
I
Knowledge
is one thing to the middle-age guy
crossing checkboxes in the food court
printing BA for highest degree earned
in a job application for Salad Works;
another for the kids spread out
two tables down, going back and forth
from cell phone to school work.
One, a high-tech, lovelorn schmuck
waiting for a love note, smudged
the screen ten times at least, keyed in
passcode, scrolled down, up, down
to come up empty, I guess, the way
he quickly pressed the sleep button,
put the thing down. Another one
flipped her Blackberry three times,
just to let it rest face down and
mop her textbook with highlighters.
She’ll wash whole pages in so much
see-through fluorescence, let soul slip
in its dark night, it would startle, freeze
like stag in headlights. I see those guys,
big guys, who turn to a reflective strip,
bob in the tunnel, fade to air horn’s blast.
So I guess to me the soul is flicker
of indeterminate work, with track rats,
danger, dirt. These kids, like clerks
with pricing guns on clearance,
chisel tip and color-code whatever
comes their way: pink for the gunners
on the dock-board track at Passchendale,
purple for genocides, green all over
Dustbowl, yellow for Black Tuesdays.
They’ll trim the bitumen of ziggurat,
patch the cracks of Wailing Wall with
Lego-like chromatics, hedge famines
tidying the take over of tuff and weed,
where knowing begins, as weed overgrows
Empire’s crop and anything will do, fryer, mop…
Ask the guy who’s moved down another
franchise and is thinking mortgage, food.
He would color-code, if at all, like a snake
licking the odor from the air just to get
a quick quiver in the threshold of infrared
which means disquiet, heat, blow, meat.
History
(After Juan Gelman)
Flip through it, BC to AD,
from chromosomal Adam
to your company man,
the countdown to messiahs,
the forward of Juggernauts.
There are letters chiseled
on stone: the city’s fate
cannot be determined, says one,
its book-keeper is a merchant.
Afterwards: the name exists
but the place has been destroyed.
Think, Thermopylae to Fallujah,
histrionics, purple passages,
dogmas to make martyrs bleed,
courts, tribunals, auto-da-fes.
From first time tragedy to
the farcical reruns, past
gridirons, rubber hoses, garrotes,
through so much smoke rising
there’s one stay: thickened,
crooked, near cairn or loom,
threading, delving, the hands
myth says, for good reason,
buried will still grow nails.
The Consolations of Philosophy
That the cicada is the mercy of the muse,
our birth but sleep and forgetting,
that the body dizzies in a realm of the variable.
Plato in the elevator, as good a place
as any I guess, to ponder soul’s madness,
the den of ignorance, the wash
and opacity that’s the day to day, the lives
on trees and shrubs. As good a place,
and this emo, dweebish, Gothy girl has
her nose buried in it, a cinderblock
worth of dialogues, truth, goodness, the just
lumbered by crime and outrage.
Not that distant, the world doors open to
the republic, or another iteration of it.
Its sail is still too large, its body overfed.
Grasping oligarchs prattle on split
plasma screens bracketed everywhere, a mock
dialectic, muted and close-captioned
for any to see Glaucon’s eulogists of injustice
transmigrated and hamming it up
on FOX or CNN, like sportscasters of blood-
sport on the round-up of the game,
tallying spoil and foul and screw-up for travelers
waiting in gates or shoving paperwork.
Here’s how the republic’s servants make do:
some are too old to serve, border guards
of a kind, pitched behind lecterns, nodding