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 Michael H. Levin: Poems and Prose  


[A] 150-year-old map depicts the Battle. . .not with the usual scenes of charge and counter-charge, but as one vast cemetery.

-- Washington Post (2020)

Stretched in ranks

like nervous enfilades

the sunken mounds, square-cornered,

march through cornfields

to the verges of

quiet roads.

Here they lay

sprawled by their batteries

on the slopes of breastworks

splatted by long-range artillery

before extraction from shallow

scraped holes for re-burial;

before the

soured-milk stench

of blood, loud-swarming bottleflies,

crows picking at eyes and rubbery

innards, were turned to words.

The day was crisp when Simon

coming after made his map:

high nimbus

cloud formations

sailing past, a brilliant arc

of gray and blue -- indifferent breeze

stirring stubble, dry grass,

black shutters on that ball-pocked

bone-white church

the corners

of tacked foolscap while he inked.

He called it “Battle Field,” although

the tiny dark-brown oblongs

that he drew and drew

are wounds in a terrain

that scars us still.

Version first published in The Raven's Perch (Dec. 1, 2020)