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Southern Drought Blues

By Mark Wagenaar     VOLUME 49.4     2015 AUBURN WITNESS POETRY PRIZE WINNER




Out of the perfect circles of feathers
on lawns & roadsides,


out of the rotting maws of javelinas,
from the bowed heads of wilting wild
flowers,


from bathtub rings around lakes,
& the exposed Indian graves once in twenty feet of water


the drought rises to walk amongst us,
                                                              white hair

& translucent skin a sheer rippling

above the trees, body of vapor & heat,
limbic shadows knotting
& untying beneath the bean & pecan trees.


Diminish, diminish, it says
with its mouth full of feathers,

                                                  hot finger in my mouth,
in the mouths of every one of the yet-to-be-trans
figured.


What do we mean by shelter, it asks us,
the same question castoff
shoes
& empty gallon bottles in ranch fi
elds ask us.


Add that to the others we’re in the midst of answering--
how far north do the narcocorridos carry?
What are the coyotes charging, human tra
ffickers,
what’s the exchange rate

                                          on the peso black market?
Th
e skies are cloudless, answerless--

only a distant thunder on the horizon
                                                            that tells you it's dove season,
that the white-striped wings will soon be falling.


Those walking the fields will stay invisible--
they will show only as white blazes on X-rays of eighteen-wheelers,
lives hidden amidst ripening mangoes,


the unseen body that walks beside you,
like an undertow of feathers,
like a call that must go unanswered

                                                            if it is to exist at all.




MARK WAGENAAR is the recipient of the 2015 Auburn Witness Poetry Prize Honoring Jake Adam York. Recent poems appear in The New Yorker, Crab Orchard Review, FIELD, Yemassee, and elsewhere. Wagenaar received the 2012 Felix Pollak Prize for his collection Voodoo Inverso and the 2015 Juniper Prize for his collection Body Distances.
More from this writer: “Southern Tongues Leave Us Shining”

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This poem is one of Mark Wagenaar's three winning poems from our 2015 Auburn Witness Poetry Prize Honoring Jake Adam York. Learn more about the contest here.

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