Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
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TERESE SVOBODA<br />
At the Castle<br />
To say one thing when your song<br />
means another.<br />
-Ezra Pound, "Near Perigord"<br />
I phone Geneva, thinking Africa,<br />
looking out the window at Italy.<br />
The man who answers says they'll kill<br />
each other, no one can stop them,<br />
the UN demurs. Wine, that dark blood,<br />
stings my nose. I take the phone<br />
to the cliff where Pound said<br />
nothing for ten years. You can't even<br />
call the Sudanese, they can't agree<br />
on a code. I say they're not starving,<br />
the ones who are killing. You have to be<br />
strong to rape <strong>and</strong> burn boys, the ones<br />
who sing in the dark all night,<br />
troubadours w<strong>and</strong>ering the savannah.<br />
The wind arcs around the keep<br />
<strong>and</strong> we both hear it. I hold<br />
the receiver out over the battlements<br />
<strong>and</strong> maybe the sound is someone<br />
dying a European death,<br />
German,Visigoth, Roman, Ice Man,<br />
each stumbling over the bones<br />
<strong>of</strong> the last, bones with meat<br />
on them, bones Pound's great<br />
gr<strong>and</strong>son's dog fights for,<br />
cur that he is. A paraglider hisses<br />
over the pears, apples, grapes<br />
cantilevering the slopes, taking<br />
an exhausted loop over the spires.<br />
Did you ever notice, I say,<br />
how a city's most crowded cafes<br />
<strong>of</strong>fer cuisines from where the food's<br />
most scarce? All the children under five<br />
have starved in the province Engl<strong>and</strong>'s<br />
size. Well, he says, the big boys<br />
who are left, what they want is guns.<br />
The wind falls in my silence.