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Promised Years

Recorded for Poem-a-Day, April 26, 2017.
About this Poem 

“This poem is from a chapbook I just finished called Snakes, which should be out from Tungsten Press soon. The poem is about despair and the chapbook is about evil. For a long time, I have been obsessed with the language of political speech, particularly oration, and how it relates to the language poets use to represent their times.”
—Dorothea Lasky

Promised Years

I would tell her
Except she wouldn't care
I'd write him
Except he'd never write me back
There is a rat they left hanging
I'd save it
Except it's dead
What is the force that swirls me
I asked of the wind
There was no reply
It was beyond me
And I was floating in it
Circles and circles
I've seen them throughout my life
I tried to answer them
They bled their mouths on me
Call me call me I begged of the moon
It did not listen
It had left me alone
So many years ago
And as the world collapsed
I mouthed the empty rhetoric of my time period
Call me call me
I begged of the wind

Copyright © 2017 by Dorothea Lasky. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 26, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.

Copyright © 2017 by Dorothea Lasky. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 26, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.