Violent Blossoming Cities Ask How to Hear the Song
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Violent Blossoming Cities Ask How to Hear the Song
Infected in the language with feet on the flesh-
colored linoleum floor, white tulips growl to hold
our crisp momentous maker
fully cocked and loaded,
a crash-test monument to the lion’s handshake
that resembles people of a showcase persuasion:
any trauma is an order for us to come to terms with
immanence or some tuxedo of divorcing action
that can test the bound limbs of a diffuse-but-mercurial-present.
That is why death has been cancelled:
there is no legitimate innocent event. Hear,
her claw tooth vibrates off the dust of your wig
and voice bends into your ear.
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Amy King is the recipient of the 2015 Winner of the Women’s National Book Association (WNBA) Award. Her latest collection, The Missing Museum, is a winner of the 2015 Tarpaulin Sky Book Prize. She co-edited with Heidi Lynn Staples the anthology Big Energy Poets of the Anthropocene: When Ecopoets Think Climate Change. She also co-edits the anthology series, Bettering American Poetry, and is a professor of creative writing at SUNY Nassau Community College.
AMY KING 
A great piece that reminds us that swallowing is not easy when you’ve not been fed. Rimbaud said, “Suffering is sure.” Amy reminds us,
“On occasion, death is a diagnosis,
if this loss will take us anywhere
towards an uncomfortable truth or
some version of performance.”
this version will undoubtedly reach its conclusion in chaos. Or as Rimbaud wrote, “..the voice of a woman coming from the depths of the volcanoes and arctic grottoes.”