Force Drift (VII)

                                                                and then



                                                                a sudden 

 

                                                               and catastrophic 



                                                               world 

 

                                                                you a subtle 



                                                                body 

 

                                                                driven 



                                                                through 

 

                                                                fear 



                                                                up harsh 

 

                                                                walling



                                                                driven 

 

                                                                under 



                                                                ego

 

                                                                down harsh



                                                                futility

 

                                                                you see



                                                                it when 

 

                                                                they Mutt



                                                                and Jeff

 

                                                                let



                                                                seeing in

 

                                                                we know 



                                                                all 

 

                                                                is 



                                                                power 

 

                                                                you mere



                                                                body

 

                                                                bare



                                                                life

 

                                                                in 



                                                                isolation



                                                                with 

 

                                                                threat and 



                                                                incentive

 

                                                                coffee



                                                                a meal

 

                                                                shower



                                                                a letter

 



                                                                asylum 

 

                                                                          *                                          

 

                                      “touch, too,       is an infinite 

                                       system of communication,”  she said, 

                                       floating in the pool, and traced an arc 

                                       along the light       wave surface       then my arm,

                                        “each living gesture   precarious  

                                         which is the root of a latin prayer.”

Credit

Copyright © 2020 by Jeffrey Pethybridge. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 5, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“This poem comes from a book manuscript written against the torture program of the Bush (43) administration, and incorporates language from the documentary archive often called the ‘Torture Memos’ that underwrote and authorized those war-crimes; for example ‘isolation,’ ‘ego down harsh,’ and ‘we know all’ were among techniques used at Guantanamo Bay, Abu Ghraib, and other sites of interrogation. The book began with a problem and question: since there will be no true judicial or political reckoning for the authors and agents of the torture program, can cultural forms such as poetry embody an alternative, albeit lesser, form of accountability? The quoted phrases in the second section of the poem are refracted citations from the artists Valentina Desideri and Rosa Alcalá respectively.”

Jeffrey Pethybridge