Today's poem is by Sally Wen Mao
Kola Superdeep Borehole, Russia, 1970
To see that everything has gone
give me your mute hole, my love!
Lorca, "Nocturne of the Hole"
The nadirs of the world
are all manmade. A man invents a drill,
plants the SG-3-it plunges seven miles
through the Baltic crust.
Inside this hole, cold silt duels
the light. Inside, a flea might flit,
a centipede may crawl.
Steel plumbs the earth and it is crass
how soft its membrane is.
Manhole: reminds us how curiosity
violates bedrock, how heat betrays
the depth trap. Water abrades
the rock skin, curios suspended
in basalt: inside the hole, scientists find a farrago
of fossils-ancient plankton,
how long must they have swam & plumbed
To give & give & give & give
up, body to earth, ever-loving chasm, chiasmus:
The hole eats the human
like the human eats the hole.
The poet's no more prophet
than the trees can sing. He can't dig
the deepest hole, nor can he fill it
with substance. The romance of holes
will undo him, weld him to the ground.
Copyright © 2014 Sally Wen Mao All rights reserved
from New Madrid
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