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Christian Ward

28 years old

Christian Ward is the author of Slippage (Erbacce Press, 2008). His poetry has appeared in the Warwick Review, Diagram and Sage Trail. He has work forthcoming in the Emerson Review and Envoi.


The Year the Blackbirds Died

They found the birds impaled
on white picket fences;
in fist-sized nooses, circling
like trapeze artists trying
to find the safety net;
slumped over tables, wings
hoarding nests of pills.
And all the while, cats
were waiting outside,
their scratching tremors
trying to eke out confessions
from empty mouths.







* On February 19, 1942, President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed Executive Order 9066 authorising the imprisonment of all Japanese Nationals and tens of thousands of American citizens of Japanese descent living along the West Coast.




Hikmet

i.m Nazim Hikmet

A little unknown folktale
is that Nazim Hikmet could tune
into radio transmissions using
the power of his heart alone.
Guards at Bursa Prison noticed
he used to stroke his breast
and a loud transmission
would start to come out of his
mouth. He liked to listen
to broadcasts of Shostakovich,
the news, underground speeches.
Months before he died guards
reported that he was curled up
in his cell, frantically trying
to tune into the weather report,
eager for news of thunder.



* Nazim Hikmet was a Turkish poet who was repeatedly arrested for his political belief and spent much of his life imprisoned and in exile.


Weapons

Since it is illegal
to carry weapons
on flights, perhaps
I should cut out
my tongue and hand
it to security,
since it is capable
of producing words
with more impact
than a gun or grenade.


George W. Bush Enjoys The Simpler Life

"He's confident in the decisions he made", Dan Bartlett, a senior Bush aide

Now that he has left office,
George has time to learn
the colours at his ranch
in Crawford, Texas: blue,
green, yellow and red.
Perhaps he'll open the curtains
and say in a singsong voice
'the sky is blue, the sky is blue'
Whilst mowing the lawn, he might
say to Laura 'the grass is green'
At breakfast, he'll point to the butter
and say 'the butter is yellow'
Whilst watching the news, he might
remark 'the blood is red, the blood is red'


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