American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin [Any day now you will have the ability to feed the name]
Any day now you will have the ability to feed the name
Of anyone into an engine & your long lost half brother
As well as whoever else possesses a version of his name
Will appear before your face in bits of pixels & data
Displaying his monikers (like Gitmo for trapping, Bang
Bang for banging, Dopamine for dope or brains),
The country he would most like to visit (Heaven),
His nine & middle finger pointing towards the arms
Of the last trill trees of Bluff Estates & the arms
Of the slim fly girls the color of trees cut down & shaped
Into something a nail penetrates. I admit, right now
Technology is insufficient, but you will find them
Flashing grins & money in the photos they took
Before they were ghosts when you click here tomorrow.
Copyright © 2017 by Terrance Hayes. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 25, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“This is from a series of a hundred or so poems with the same title: ‘American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin.’ Each poem speaks for itself. Here, for example, technology kills me.”
The 2010 winner of the National Book Award in poetry, Terrance Hayes is the author of five poetry collections. He currently serves on the Board of Chancellors of the Academy of American Poets.
Date Published: 2017-04-25
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/american-sonnet-my-past-and-future-assassin-any-day-now-you-will-have-ability-feed-name