Michael Neary   © 2012 All Rights Reserved

Enchantment

 

We’re in Eberswalde, where they burned
the synagogue on Kristallnacht, where Ravensbrück
had a subcamp. After the war the East made it into
a club. A perfectly good building; why tear it down?
Before the band plays we walk through, beyond
the Christmas-lit bar, bright stage, to a dark room
of upturned leather club chairs: I think
of lampshades made of human skin.
Darker corridors and doorways, sunken
cardboard boxes, moldy overhead projector.
The doors are heavy. Concrete absorbs
all sound, though we’re only rooms away
from the DJ, dancers, happy hour.
In one room we find thirteen sewing machines,
oak tables. I imagine they’re the women,
under some enchantment. Freed from body,
breath, made into this, and we’re come here
to save them. The music starts at ten.
Kids who come to see the show have shaved heads,
drab jackets, combat boots, tattoos. I’m through,
I’m thinking, want to fly home, cart off
the sewing machines. Scrub one sewing machine
with brushes, steel wool, Murphy’s Oil Soap.
Rub warmed linseed oil in the table’s thirsty grain,
let oak, enamel, rest, soak it in on sheets of Sunday’s
New York Times. The stoves are lit for hours,
but we still see our breath. The whitewash, disco
balls, and colored lights are new, but it was cold like this
for them. Our visible breath historically accurate.
We are burning all the coal we want.
 

***

Easy to Lie


They get their diggers up, they say
of people ostentatious in their dignity.

Streets ahead, they say of bright
children, and how it’s easy to lie

on another man’s wounds. They talk like this,
my people. My people, not just the Irish

but anybody who’ll admit
how cruel human cruelty can get.

 

Jill McDonough
Copyright © 2012  

Pushcart prize winner Jill McDonough’s books of poems include Habeas Corpus (Salt, 2008), and Where You Live (Salt, 2012). The recipient of NEA, Cullman Center, and Stegner fellowships, her work appeared in Best American Poetry 2011. She teaches poetry at UMass-Boston.


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