the cubicle where we daily toil, the demoniac cackling erupting

from the empty spaces down the hall, size of an in-box

crammed with memos and motions, size of the St. Louis Arch,


gateway to the West but also a gateway to hell. Hail the size of

any Bernoulli-Principle-lifted sphere, plane whose glazed-donut

wheels touch down in Dallas, where airborne semis cartwheel


like nimble batons in a Memorial Day Parade, like a drum majorette-

come-receptionist’s briefs, bills stamped URGENT; CONFIDENTIAL;

hail the size of our urgent, confidential grief, hail laughing


like a Three Stooges soundtrack on continuous loop, hail

like the masses in the market for more, bigger than the last

disaster parade battering BMWs, Buicks. Rams. Hail trampling


the twice-plowed fields, the newly-planted seedlings,

the plow-blade longing to shimmer with melting;

hail pelting tractor, trodden toiler, the defeated,


those a single glistening stone away from signing

over the farm to CONAGRA; hail, the spared barn

bursting with grain the color of a Louisiana scramble.

Martha Silano

Martha Silano is the author of four books of poetry, including The Little Office of the Immaculate Conception (2011) and Reckless Lovely (2014). She also co-edited, with Kelli Russell Agodon, The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice. Poems are forthcoming or just out in Crazyhorse, Plume, DIAGRAM, and Blackbird, among others. Martha edits Crab Creek Review and teaches at Bellevue College.

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