Name of Poem:
''How Bright It Is''
Port Name:
'' Brian Turner''
Explaination:
April and the air is dry.
Like the shoulders of a water buffalo.
Grasshoppers scratch the soil,
Rub their wings against thin legs.
Flared before the soldiers.
In low arcing flights, the wings fade.
Soldiers don't care anymore,
Just seeing the debris in the streets
Bodies wrapped in sheets, and the sun,
How bright it is, how hard and flat and white.
It will take many nails from the coffin builders.
To turn off the light, which reflects everything:
The dry feet of the dead, their bones,
Their yellow brows are so cool, bright in the sun.
