Current Issue: Reconciliation
2010-2011
Lack
Sean Hill
The voice from the radio announces the latest suicide
somewhere in the world, a bombing. And I realize I suffer
from a lack of imagination. You must die
the imperative and in proximity humans died.
For her birthday I bought my lover a candle snuffer.
The voice from the radio announces the latest suicide
bombing as news, which I’m glad it is I must confide.
More newsworthy than my neighbor’s backfiring muffler.
From a lack of imagination you must die.
I wonder what factor knowing the blues inside
seashells might’ve played. Imagining this is tougher.
The voice from the radio announces the latest suicide
bombing along with stalling housing starts, steady homicide
rates and the latest from Capitol Hill. This is a buffer
for my lack of imagination. You must die—
one way to respond to, We’ll push you aside.
I’m somewhere between the hustlers and shufflers.
The voice from the radio announces the latest suicide
and from a lack of imagination you must die.