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Final Judgment

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“Birds happen like poems happen. I love them and am always surprised to find them appearing in meaningful ways.” Dan Chelotti

Margaret Fisher Squires is a psychotherapist who has shared her poetry largely through local readings with the Hart Rock Poetry Series, the Writers Guild at Bloomington, and Five Women Poets.  She is perhaps the only person to have published a poem in the Bloomingfoods Co-op newsletter.  She is one of the contributors to the Five Women Poets 2016 chapbook "Birds of a Feather."

Welcome to the Poets Weave. I'm Romayne Rubinas Dorsey. Margaret what poems have you brought for us today?

 

January, 2017

 

Darkness is gathering

not falling like night

          with its promise of rest and dawn

not clouding up like a freshening storm

but rolling down like an avalanche of coal dust

          burying all before it

 

The horizon rumbles

as if with the pounding

of giant hooves

 

In the town square

people run in frightened dashes

or sink to their knees

under despair's weight

 

But here and there

someone stops to light

a match

a candle

a lamp

 

Here and there

folk pull together piles of

twigs

broken boards

tree limbs

 

They kindle bonfires

 

Spark by spark

the people weave

a net

 

each knot a flame

 

holding off the darkness            

 

 

Final Judgment

 

When my husband reaches the Pearly Gates,

and Saint Peter opens the huge tome on his desk,

before he can even start to read

about all the people whose

furniture and boxes and crates

my husband helped to move,

and all the people that my husband drove

to meetings and doctor appointments

and safe home after late night concerts and parties,

and all the times that my husband

followed up his flares of temper

with apologies

utterly disarming

in their simplicity,

 

the saint will hear

the urgent thready piping

of a thousand voices

down by his feet.

 

He will push back his chair

(very carefully)

 and bend to look under the desk.

 

There he will see a thousand arthropods:

Crickets and silverfish

and beetles and moths

and mayflies and June bugs

and lightning bugs

and spiders—

--hundreds of spiders,

brown and gray and spotted and striped

and smooth and hairy

and big and small.

 

The thousand arthropods

will tell the Saint,

“This man found us in the bathtub,

on the kitchen counter,

scurrying across the carpet,

and he covered us with a clean peanut butter jar,

and slipped an envelope under it,

very carefully so as not to break

our brittle little legs,

and he carried the jar and envelope

out the front door,

and he set it all down gently

in the dianthus that grew

in the flower box on the porch,

and he let us go.”

 

Saint Peter will stroke his beard

once, thoughtfully,

and then he will nod,

and straighten up,

and close the book

and smile at my husband

and say,

“Go on in.”

 

Fat Tuesday at Player’s Pub (02-05-08)

Outside, rain sheets down.

We’re blessed:  It isn’t snow.

 

Inside, Mid-Western Mardi Gras.

Blues bounces through the amplifiers.

Plastic beads, purple, gold and green, shine in the bright light.

 

Then the lights go out,

Power cut by Mother Nature.

 

The party goes on.

Candles are lit.

A ragged not-quite-conga line circles the room,

Singing, “When the Saints Go Marching In,”

One verse,

A lot of times.

People wave bananas in the air.

(Bananas?)

 

Someone realizes:

The drum kit still works!

Rhythm takes the room.

More drums appear,

Inspiring each other into exuberant complexity.

We dance.

We chant.

We discover we are a tribe.

We are delighted with ourselves.

 

Fortunately, it is a long time before the electricity comes back on.

 

You've been listening to poetry by Margaret Fisher Squires on the Poets Weave. I'm Romayne Rubinas Dorsey.


Margaret Fisher Squires

“Birds happen like poems happen. I love them and am always surprised to find them appearing in meaningful ways.” - Dan Chelotti

Margaret Fisher Squires is a psychotherapist who has shared her poetry largely through local readings with the Hart Rock Poetry Series, the Writers Guild at Bloomington, and Five Women Poets. She is perhaps the only person to have published a poem in the Bloomingfoods Co-op newsletter. She is one of the contributors to the Five Women Poets 2016 chapbook "Birds of a Feather."

Margaret reads "January, 2017," "Final Judgement," and "Fat Tuesday at Player's Pub (02-05-08)."

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