Thor's fist and forearm on my left
archetypal hammer
tall, diaphanous maidens glide by;
a voice on my right whispers,
'Those aren't born of Reasoning'
Thor and the maidens signal no endings
People sublimate to build a nation;
when their work becomes feeble
they make hammers with alloys
and built-in obsolescence
Choosing to be true
Garcia Lorca was shot dead. Joan of Arc
chose death by fire over life in prison.
Both signaled endings other than themselves
Innocence and power are reclaimed with truth
whether one keeps his mere body or not
and parts return to the whole;
Garcia Lorca is still alive,
his laurel wreath glowing in translucent light
and Joan of Arc ascends to her God
Revealed truth and thinking things through
reside in different camps,
like spontaneous creation and a reporting of the facts.
by Joneve McCormick