Ever been on a trip to the past while you're standing in one place? This can happen just by visiting a location that feels familiar even though you may never have been there before. An old falling-apart barn in upstate NY leads to some crucial thinking and some "devastational" poetics...See photos and read more about the transport at blog.amynelsonhahn.info
Useless pride
Backed down
like a Herzegovina nightmare,
it slips through slats
and suffers nothing less
than the slightest devastation.
Was it me in its poor cracked
pane or was it poorer vision?
I see the hairs I cut
still jagged and denying me.
I see the fragments of the last meal
pinned like kindergarten victories
to my working skirt.
Slats take cover, gray,
and founder in the night.
They hoard the sounds
of pestilence and pain,
and sort the weary from
the truly wretched.
When am I, farm-fronted,
and where am I and my
useless pride?
Copyright (c) 2011 Amy Nelson Hahn
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