Creation Song in Which a Swift Wind Sucker Punches a Transformer

In which the transformer heaves-projectile from the telephone pole.

In which the pole snaps awake—its miter box-guts emptied out

over an oscillating fan. In which atomized rot rains

atop the Crabapple’s pet name-pheromones, in which nobody notices.

Creation song in which electrified shrapnel voids:

Bedazzled yard gnome, limestone garden ornaments. Remote control

Ferrari, real life-Range Rover, in which somebody notices.

Creation song in which six kids crowd around pigskin

curious, the tallest boy prodding the ball with a stick.

Creation song in which your online bank account is unavailable.

In which your exquisite 60 inch flat screen is an HD plastic heap.

In which the matchstick feels Paleolithic & you could be making love.

Creation song in which unattended sparks sizzle along a chain-

link fence. In which everyone heads for the gates.

Marcus Wicker is the author of Maybe the Saddest Thing, selected by D.A. Powell for the National Poetry Series and published by Harper Perennial. The recipient of a 2011 Ruth Lilly Fellowship, he has also held fellowships from Cave Canem, the Fine Arts Work Center, and Indiana University, where he received his MFA. Wicker’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in Poetry, American Poetry Review, Third Coast, and Ninth Letter, among other journals. Marcus is an assistant professor of English at University of Southern Indiana and poetry editor of Southern Indiana Review.

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