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EMERGENCE by Jasmine Marshall Armstrong

The Danube River, Croatia

The arteries of the earth are drying up—

Lifeblood river that birthed a waltz

recedes, along with phantom dancing girls

in bustled white gowns, the feather flight

cadence of twirling in a fairy tale ends,

as the Danube gives up her real ghosts—

the broken ship’s steel hulks.

Swastikas grinning up from the past,

explosives still live after all these years,

saying this has always been just

beneath the surface, waiting.

 

Lake Mead, Nevada

They were seeking a beaver dam,

looking for feats of animal engineering

on the largest reservoir in America—

A testament to our will to hold back

the Colorado, to make deserts bloom

and sprout feathered showgirls,

once poised on the strip like stalking egrets.

It was a different white that caught them—

the glint of tibia, bullet broken mandible,

the length of mud-slick ulna that testified

this is no natural place, of life or death—

Our crimes against the land and each other

will always rise up—emerge,

 

Ourense ProvinceGalicia, Spain

Another reservoir gives up phantoms —

Orderly and regimental, blocks of stone

stand sentry over nothing but ashy mud

as the water recedes from the place

Roman Legionnaires once slept,

ate their spelt bread, mended broken

Caligae sandals while sitting by watchfires

on power’s sharp knife edge—the expansive

lust for land, for slaves, for jars of olive oil,

glistening like peridots when poured out.

There’s always someone harvesting the poor

Pressing till their ooze of blood lubricates

the gears of their power. What remains

are cobbled roads they marched down,

the stark outline of their owned daily lives.

 

Glen Rose, Texas

The river is drawn away by drought’s

hand, reveals the plays of eons

before, the dramas and workaday banality

fearsome form of Acrocanthosaurus,

busy tearing flesh of the weaker for lunch,

or simply walking through mud, as any

living thing has—girl, shorebird, dinosaur—

Our heft sinking into the mire, weight

from our very bones leaving indelible marks

beneath the water, beneath pressure

and inevitable death, sediments that laugh

and layer upon our footsteps or bones,

leaving an epitaph that emerges—

A preview of our own deaths.

Jasmine Marshall Armstrong’s poetry is influenced by the grit and glamor of growing up working class in California. A writing teacher, journalist and a poet, she has published poetry in Cathexis Northwest Press, Typishly, America Magazine, Poets Reading the News, In Parenthesis, Solo, Sojourners Magazine, Askew, Ulu Review, “We Are Beat,” the National Beat Poets Anthology and numerous other anthologies. She holds an MFA in Poetry from Fresno State University, and an MA in World Cultures/Humanities from the University of California.

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