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VIVIAN DEMUTH
The Mountain Firetower
Days and months
are travelers of eternity.
—Matsuo Basho
on Nose Mountain, mongrel clouds lift a sad
shroud, grey and brown
valleys yield to
green-up. a few furtive songbirds mate among stoic
evergreens. a little over bird cries, "teacher, teacher." on
Nose
Mountain, weather instruments stand alone. the white weather
station stands alone. the clear rain gauge stands alone and i,
like the
steel firetower, stand alone watching for forest fires while the
mountain works on me. but the firetower is condemned,
unstable,
dangerous even and i its captive migrant. i scratch my crotch like
men do in public then enter the cedar cabin
to a dawn chorus of
bombings in the Middle
East, nuclear weapons broiling around the
cracked globe and
women telling their war rape stories. i
turn down
the heat and wander outside searching for
something to hold onto—
the ladder on the firetower,
too cold. i see myself as a
white-rumped
hawk hovering above thinking, no hands. lingering snow drifts
disappear. the alpine magnetic field surges crackling the wind's
larynx. i wonder how not to discipline a
specter. i see and hear
purple
fairy orchids hidden
under spruce. i see and hear
in between
everything i have known. i
see myself as a white wolf howing,
"when will the
cities ring of freedom, when?" the mountain shakes, a
muted orgasm and
says nothing. it's too soon. i have just arrived. i
haven't collapsed into
the silence or something naked. but an albiino
bear appears and grasps the rain gauge with
its grinning teeth and
dances iinto the bush while a flock of pink bohemian waxwings fly
away with the weather station. "ah, relative freedom," i
shout to the
moon's peeking skull.
but i am afraid. will defiant mountains be
destroyed? the mountain has much to say, it cannot all be translated.
and will we too disappear?
In the
illuminated darkness
On a rocky
mountain
Wild shadows
Eclipse the
moon
[Originally published in Breathing
Nose Mountain by Vivian Demuth, Long Shot
Productions, Hoboken, NJ, 2004. First
reprinted in NHS 2004, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs04/Vivian_Demuth.html.]