#title Flies Swarming #subtitle poetry #author William Rudolph #SORTauthors William Rudolph; #date 2023 #source [[https://www.fifthestate.org/archive/414-fall-2023/flies-swarming]] #lang en #pubdate 2024-02-12 #notes Fifth Estate #414, Fall 2023 In this cafeteria flies swarm the recruiter’s cropped hair. “One thing I hate—” he spits out—“flies!” His dominant hand swipes the air. Pure reflex. . In this same room girls carry plastic babies, lifeless until internal mechanisms inspire crying when they haven’t been fed, haven’t slept, are jarred in some way. . The recruiter cozies up to one boy’s lowered eyes. I should whisper, “Son, you’re fully armed. Listen only to amputees who would hand over the pen with bone-white teeth.” . Instead, I ask the recruiter, “You served over there?” “No, sir.” “You got boys over there you recruited?” “Yes, sir.” “Any been killed?” “No, sir. Some close calls. I try to—” . he fills the brief silence with a half-hearted fly slap “—to stay in touch.” So. Maybe the man does flip and flail some nights. Maybe he is not the enemy. Maybe. . For seventy-two hours our daughters parent Baby Think-It-Over to glimpse that responsibility; for the same trinity of days our unfortunate sons should carry AK-47s, clips of rubber bullets,—. . A mechanized baby begins to bawl. More boys huddle around the recruiter’s uniform. From this safe taxpayer distance, I do not spill my coffee on his pale enlistment forms; . I write this worthless dispatch none of them will read and formulate empty threats: tomorrow, I swear, I will invite in the neighborhood pimp and the local crackhead. . What’s that?—the administration claims those are dangerous characters. O yes—they do deal in the stuff from which aborted dreams are made. William Rudolph coaches student writers at Grinnell College, Iowa and in GC’s Liberal Arts in Prison Program. His poetry has appeared in Barrow Street, Grub Street, The North American Review, North Dakota Quarterly, Poetry East, Quarterly West, Rattle, Steam Ticket and other journals.