Issue 13

Autumn 2014


A History of Buried Things

    You know that it is there. Crawl in.
                 – Frank Bidart

We cannot trust a neat trapdoor
unmediated – so easily seduced
by thin stairs, coy alleys, even the lean allure
of fence gaps, latches, the trace

of air seeping and cool.
Keep all infrastructure buried
alive, exhumed
when there’s work to do.

Close all the leaks. Deep ruptures
must be calmed, resurfaced, soothed.
Let the macadam forget intrusion.
Lay grass seed on the veins.

We reach in too much, too
often, spread tremors,
unnerve solidity.
We are the reason for secrecy.


Celena E Kusch