Bullhorn High Wire
By Matthew Nies
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Bullhorn High Wire celebrates poetry and invites readers to have fun with it, especially if you think you don't like poetry. The poems are accessible and dense with deeper meaning and often echo the wisdom of great voices while beckoning to true importance. In dealing with abstract themes, many of the poems employ narrative vision to highlight nature and structure in metaphor for the intangible. The throughline of it all is the author's faith.
Matthew Nies
Matthew Nies was raised on a farm in rural North Dakota. He graduated from the University of Jamestown, where he studied writing under award-winning author and North Dakota poet laureate Larry Woiwode.
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Bullhorn High Wire - Matthew Nies
Part 1
Beyond
Bullhorn High Wire
Bullhorns! Bullhorns! Get your bullhorns!
A corner man shouted for the free give out
Amid a din of new Horseshoe power.
Everyone was taking them
And surveying the shiny toys
That weren’t toys, or at least they could be more than toys—
"Boredom blockers,
Social boat rockers,
Self-importance,
Miscellaneous unimportance,
More information that you can handle,
Akin to fireworks and a Roman candle—
A new light bulb for a new century!"
But you put yours down. No bullhorn,
you say as you start across a high wire.
No tethers tie your moccasin feet to safety. And you do it without alerting the masses.
The masses look up anyway
To see you live or die in Niagara mists.
And you walk.
Marvel Universes
There’s a universal Marvel thread to each, to each,
that is to say that unspecified specific universes
depend on the sacrifices of others
to prevent unfolding chaos
like unnoticed death. Do you follow
that Thanos or Ultron or spectacular unfettered likes
could destroy us and them, that it’s up to us
to ensure our legacies and seemingly
countless unknown lives? I’ve assumed
Black Panther was ours (or Wakandans’), Iron Man, Captain America,
Spider Man, X-Men—
that even other-world god heroes like Thor and Star-Lord
hero-ed what was theoretically accessible.
But the dirt of the universe—the bony, brawny, anchoring canon stone—
is that we’re just one, and our failures could spill, and will,
beyond the beyond and into incomprehensible realities
where our doom can share itself like tidal waves.
We shadow-watch in dim caves deluding that
we are all; and so we fall. WE FALL.
That’s the gist, I read and see, of Marvel universality;
and I believe even comic books, or maybe especially comic books,
can convey a special wisdom that sticks with you—
that our lives are not absolutely disconnected.
Apollo Rose
Apollo rose,
launched by Saturn’s fury
from his earthly chains—
gravity defier—
three astronauts crewing
to a well-known unknown celestial body.
Shuddering
violence—
tremendous belly fire
roaring like some dragon—
slowly jarred the
skyscraper
rocket
from his post—
building
desperation, tallying
speeds of thousands of miles per hour,
hundreds of thousands of miles to go.
He was masculine and feminine energy,
fifty years ago,
lifting hopes and dreams—
and three men—
beyond grasping atmosphere fingers
to Luna’s bosom.
Where have you gone,
Apollo—
locked in the dreams of our
fathers and grandfathers,
mothers and grandmothers,
leaving heaven to machines?
We chose to go
to the moon
because it was hard—
reveling in the deed’s glory—
to be the first,
and still only,
to send our boys
to walk
its surface—
their footprints still imprint
the gray dust.
Our daughters
aim to return,
but not with Apollo—
Saturn silenced too—
forever fettered flotsam,
daring dreamer
of our dreams.
Battened Hatches
Soundless space flight,
Furious foray away from green men—
He was a blue man—
Onboard a galactic cruiser
With laser cannons to port and the rushing,
Approaching green men in their cruisers.
Battened hatches shook
As the blue man’s escape was cut short
By a command ship’s tractor beam,
Whisking his ship trembling into its hull.
There would be a boarding party breaching;
He clutched his pistol and eyed
The rear battened hatch. It exploded.
He fired into the fury
Again and again and again:
Successive shrieks and moans.
Then his pistol overheated;
It burned his hand. He tossed it aside.
With unintelligible oath,
He charged into the breach—
His last charge.
Gurgles and grunts and guttural screams
Mixed with cannon fire,
With laser blasts,
With fisted thuds and breaking skeletal structures,
Then silence.
The green men carried the blue man
To his stolen vessel and threw in his limp body,
Released hold,
And the ship with the breached battened hatch
And lifeless crew floated into space.
Reading Evening Hawk
It might be easy when you’re worn and drawn out and tired
To look at a blank page,
Or more likely a screen,
And despair of what there is to write.
And then you read a poem like Evening Hawk
That cuts through time and history
With graceful wings.
You realize it’s just fog;