Susan Gevirtz's "Starry Messenger" ends with a pretty perfect suite of poems; I thought to reproduce a few of them here to tie up my focus on Aerodrome Orion & Starry Messenger.
It's often difficult to tell where one poem ends and another begins, but I'm pretty sure the following constitutes "Falling Objects":
Falling Objects
If one gives us music
the other ear turns it to air
which to worship ear or air
In the dark before that is not it
rummaging for
an object
said where
the sun is the center—why doesn't the moon fall out of the sky
well we wither
well we alter well
and unto alarm's sunder
we edit so much
throwing bones outside
the casting circle
high winds on a man in a tower while the earth rushes through its errands
on a train moving 19 point five miles per second
But I have tested the sum
rest with it
whose agreement is ours
while planets spin around us
a bird leaves its branch
outstripping worms to the west
in a flight for north and eastward worms
sees over these problems
dropping fast through rotation
as if orbit is not our venue
or supposition easy prey
to a bird hanging on for dear life
lets go for an instant
yet is not lost forever
sings gaily instead
a little anthem of rest
being heavy braves the elements
on hollow bones braves
our oldest ancestor
inertia
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And this one's called "Night letters" (Susan read this one at the Green Arcade a few months back and totally killed it)
Night Letters*
--of gloves and masks
-coils of barbed wire
strung among the clouds- crowns of thorns
-restricted firmament- halo
here runway whisperer
-in the clutches of wake-
Above the shrill voice of the cicada
turbo drones
cockpit to cabin calls
wish in noise inaudible
If conversation is
source
then dream is the outsourcing
people example
who only talk with food in their mouths
a language of warble
stranger water
has visited us here
suffocating under
gratitude's burden
*Letters left in mosques to warn of impending violence
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Okay, I can't hep myself, one more:
How I loop the loop
When Bitterjuice the lion wraps its tail
around the sun we call it
eclipse
The three stars of Orion's belt are zebras
failed hunting failed hunted the stars are
before us and may pursue
sun rise moon set spine bending tree falling
and so June
7,000 years ago
also called
the remains of that sky
air ruins
in Timbuktu
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