A BRIEF SUSPENSION OF ALL HISTORY #16
The interrupting water
is righteous. The dam
was selfish to begin with
& I am not so certain
we weren’t meant to stay
fish. It was the engineers
that first proved that God
was only a simple beauty
waiting to be challenged.
A BRIEF SUSPENSION OF ALL HISTORY #17
Every life should be burly, quiet
& wide enough to take the field,
however the field presents itself.
A BRIEF SUSPENSION OF ALL HISTORY #18
Those lines on our hands, swirling
to tell our stories once they reach
our fingertips, they are decoration
if our hands are already bloody.
If they are cracked, torn, desperate
to be clenched until time catches up
with our endeavors, then the worker’s
blessing has been found. If the hands are
pretty, aglow with blood, call somebody.
Darren Demaree’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in numerous journals, including the South Carolina Review, Meridian, The Louisville Review, Cottonwood, The Tribeca Poetry Review, and Whiskey Island. He is the author of “As We Refer To Our Bodies” (2013) and “Not For Art Nor Prayer” (2014), which are both due out from 8th House Publishing House. Darren is also the recipient of two Pushcart Prize nominations. He lives and writes in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children.