Silvius Bonus, Fulgurite Connoisseur

/ Issue 13.3 /

History might be written
with lightning; it’s read in sintered
crystal, vitrified dust,
the trapped thing mummifying

in the crawlspace underneath
the summer dining room’s fancy
Ganymede mosaic
(Jupiter in eagle-mode,

Ganymede in the talons).
Earthworms doing much injury
by raising tesserae.
Claudian has succeeded

Ausonius as poet
laureate. I have considered
selling off my estate,
my collected disasters,

counting the days between smoke’s
skeuomorphic forks reaching back
into the horizon
and the fists on my front door.

They’re wrong. My home will not turn
into that land you think you know
from Claudian’s verses:

Britannia, garbed in the pelt of some Scotch behemoth,
her cheekbones scrimshawed, her woad-blue mantle brushing
her footsteps with its hem like the ocean’s tidewrack surging.

No. I shall not permit it.

James Brookes

James Brookes

James Brookes grew up in rural Sussex in the United Kingdom. He is presently studying at Boston University, where he is a recipient of an Academy of American Poets prize and a Robert Fitzgerald Prize for Translation. His most recent book, Spoils, was published in 2018.
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Author: James Brookes

James Brookes grew up in rural Sussex in the United Kingdom. He is presently studying at Boston University, where he is a recipient of an Academy of American Poets prize and a Robert Fitzgerald Prize for Translation. His most recent book, Spoils, was published in 2018.