Caleb Cluff wrote:
> The Arrival
>
> (for Kate Sieper)
>
>
> When the rain fell into the earth and into the sea, and the earth and the
> sea blushed in their fullness and gasped in their love, they came.
>
> They came and we did not notice. How did we not see them? Perhaps they were
> always here.
>
> They came on their black legs in their millions, on their millions of black
> legs they arrived.
>
> On their lattices of iron, on the scrapes of their heelplates.
>
> Perhaps we were dancing. Perhaps we were dancing so furiously, so fitfully,
> that we did not see them. The dust and the mud of our dancing hid them from
> us. The mud and the dust and the sweat and our mouths so round in pleasure.
>
> But they had arrived. We were dancing, they arrived and we did not see them.
>
> They watched, and did not speak, as we danced. Perhaps they watched.
>
>
Didn't someone coin a phrase for Harold Pinter, something about the
Comedy of Menace? This reminds me--and I'm being complimentary!--of
that (at least) early Pinter lack of certainty about what is going on.
As in--who the hell is THEY? I get insects...centipedes...but expand it
far enough and you've got a human army tramping across wherever it is.
Though "heelplates," run through the Google deity, reveals skis and auto
parts. What I think I am supposed to get...what I DO get...is the
menace of obliviousness to impending disaster from some unknown source.
Works for me.
ken
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