apocalyptic lyric
a line break is a kind of lie my friend says
yet still he writes
an encore over and over the lyric
a border wall topped by concertina wire
improbably survives
as does the sound of honeybees
and monarchy
as did the man on the Golden Gate who leapt
after he fed the parking meter
Copyright © 2022 by Cintia Santana. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 14, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.
“For some time, I’ve wondered how and why the lyric continues to survive in a world of unremitting violence. In a workshop led by Brian Teare, I gathered seeds scattered in my notebooks over the years: a comment made by my friend, the poet Brian Cochran; an encounter with the word ‘concertina’; a moment of disbelief while tuning in to The Crown; and the news, the news, the news. The oldest seed, hardly dormant, was an interview I’d heard around 2008, with a man who had jumped from the Golden Gate Bridge and survived. The poem insists on a syntax both indefinite and, I hope, unpredictable.”
—Cintia Santana