Salt Pier
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Salt Pier is a hypothesis about the capacity of language to gain traction on experience in such a way that memory blossoms and judgment is made whole.
Winner of the Poetry Society of America's Robert H. Winner Memorial Award
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Dore Kiesselbach
Dan Hind was a publisher for ten years. in 2009 he left the industry to develop a program of media reform centered on public commissioning. His journalism has appeared in the Guardian, the New Scientist, Lobster and the Times Literary Supplement. His books include The Threat to Reason and The Return of the Public. He lives in London.
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Salt Pier - Dore Kiesselbach
CLEAVE
Close to the city, a deer
leaves a hoofprint
in our yard. I study it
under the box elder.
Speechless lips pressed
into snow if man was not
already the beast
that walks on its mouth.
I use your being
on the phone
to keep it to myself.
As if too much knowing
could drive it away.
The law says
we owned it while
it stayed with us—
what came from woods
while under wool
we twitched, pranced
a circle where next
solstice it will eat,
then left us
for the stream one
block away.
When a person says
forgive me
the please is implied.
Folding and unfolding
a slender,
black-tipped leg
it widened there
a small hole in the ice.
ORNAMENT
The Christmas tree comes down
but isn't dead yet, doesn't
drain the quart a day it did
the week I sawed it
from its future in the earth,
but still sips, last cells
stubborn in a local life.
Losing needles all the way,
I haul it bottom first
through the dining room,
leaving marks beside
marks I left last year
and years before,
yank yank yank it
out the kitchen door.
I don't believe in Santa
but I can't take it to the curb—
it brought us together
in honest wonder
on the couch.
To leave it upright
in a drift between
dangling suet
and the surveyed line
I tow it through
the yard by limbs
where varnished
feathers shined.
THE PAINTED HALL, LASCAUX
Mineral sweat beads patches of the ceiling
of the Sistine Chapel of paleolithic
cave art—calcium carbonate
crystallized in hexagons
flint tools couldn't smooth.
In what depends on art,
absence must be chosen
not imposed,
so the painter put
the pigment in his mouth—
manganese, toxic in high
doses, for black
and brown, iron oxide
for red ocher—mixed it,
bitterer than March grass
cropped through snow,
with saliva,
sent it to the stone
in tonguey bursts,
the roughness he covered
with his own wet self
chemically identical
to the bones of what
his color led him through.