Conceptualised – some time ago. Laid dormant – a couple years. Brought it all back home: today.
The forgotten theatre of Nehemiah
1
Onstage a
sweaty cowboy
stumbles2
as he goes out
at night
by the gate
of a valley
out past
the dragon well3
& he looked
at the walls
& they were
broken down4
& the gates
were consumed
by fire5
& he revived
the stones
from the rubble6
& with
one hand
he built7
& the other
gripped his
pistol8
& to the
audience
he sighed:9
Remember me
for good.10
So I said:
This too
shall pass
like time.11
Where we
wander,
there we
weep,12
I said
& walked
out.
Love the narrative here, Jeremy – reads like a short film, or even a film clip to a song?
i ask ashley how the filmaker portrays the one hand
building and the other hold the gun?
other than that i like the cadence and the rhetorical domain the poem inhabits
no cinema. only life and words