VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Duane Vorhees

WHEN THEY LOVE US NOT  

When the ones we want to love us  

leave no doubt they’ve left us behind,  

should we loll around, scavengers  

of leftovers lying around?  

Or should we collate our losses  

like alarmed lieutenants behind  

the lines, wannabe avengers  

of honor lost on those martial routs?  

THEY FADE AWAY

Memories — my dear comrades of old

(The fire we braved!

And the rations and the women

we shared!) — They’ve renounced

their rank and lost distinction.

Though still attached to my boots

they cower behind.

They have become shadows

and behind my back they conspire

to disappear in the shade

to camouflage their remnant connection

to all the wars and occupations,

the courts martial and commendations

that shaped my life’s deployment.

SHADOW MONARCHS

Courage is not just the medal, and love not the ring.

Our identities transcend our organs, nerves, and bones.

No ideas, no concepts, are ever concrete things,

and neither are the handsome words by which they are known.

The world we see is made of steel, stone, plastic, glass, wood,

material structures made of molecules, atoms,

nucleons, hadrons, quarks, firmions, and other coulds

and shoulds (names await definition of a datum).

We preside over realms of rebars and 2X4s
but we’re subjects of shadow monarchs called metaphors.

QUATUM RELATIVITY

and beginnings end and ends begin.

eternities move ahead and back.

our present is our time to butcher

before the now determines our fast.

in the spot between gone and again

all whitenesses contain shades of black.

some poets remember the future and other poets create the past

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