Zeraph Dylan Moore
Coiled Rope Haikus
inspired by Ursula K. Le Guin’s “Newton’s Sleep”
flat gray surfaces
curved metal architecture a cold sphere in space
the earth died screaming
starvation, dead ground
above, we orbit
clean children, good water
the holograms of
vermont skies or florida
glades o’er white steeples
til one day the burned
wretched woman, with long fits
on her charred african body
the children saw her
first. for a moment, she slipped
into sight, then away.
soon we all saw them:
the dark sick masses, innocent
in their moribund ghosthood.
then more: bison & rocks,
mountains & mud, tribes from before
the industrial age, sleek and strange
the children accepted it, then the women and some men
and the scientists, and the psychologists last of all.
still the chief architect would not see
when the architect’s blind daughter went up
in the mountain, he found her: first a rock, then nothing.
when he reached the summit, the wind blew fresh and cool
among wild spruce and hemlock and fir.
she sat with her dead grandmother, then took his hand
and walked down the mountain, & he knew
the dream and life were the same, each
as inescapable as the other.