Collective Unrest

 

poem for anna akhmatova

August 14, 2019

she was a mighty song from the earth

she was flesh breath desire

she was the sky a shroud

dark towers like teeth

graves without coffins

coffins without the earth

she was

love turned sideways

into truth

she was an orchard

in full summer the flowers

pregnant drifting

she had many wings long impossible feathers

each a constellation and sorrow

she was cursed

with the terrible blessing

to live

in a broken dream

a country swimming in blood

a mad king

swimming with the dead

laughing

she saw

everything

herself

arching over

a sky

of smoke

and cold fires

row after row

of tree stumps

sinking under the gray river

her words

bolted

into history

 

Charles Talkoff’s short fiction has appeared in, JMWW, Underground Voices, 3QR, The Midway Journal, and The Urbanite. His poetry is forthcoming in, Visions International and Dime Show Review. He lives in Chicagoland.

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