Last Days Of The Republic

Where we are, out in an atrium, where
the veil is visible but for just one second.

The air’s like cotton here and leaves
a trail of ink in a vertical design

parsed on a clean sheet but like space
when there’s music or sculpture or dance

(large scale public art) and not just lines
of customers passing

into blissful nonexistence, or waiting
for a future of syncretismatic figurations…

Is this the only printable quote they had?
We’re all standing eight, it says, and now

with a fake teleological perspective,
auto-tuning it more, changing the timbre,

part of me that has been quiet a long time
could be made to sound more radio friendly.

David Wyman's first book, Proletariat Sunrise, was published by Kelsay Books in January 2017. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Aurorean, BlazeVOX, Clockwise Cat, Picaroon Poetry, The Voices Project, A Certain Slant, The Wallace Stevens Journal, Old Crow Review, Spout and Green Hills Literary Lantern among other publications. Read other articles by David.