Blood Argument
April Bernard
You insist
that the world belongs to a stony-hearted goat-god –
how every time we act, we enact
his vileness; how this is no
ecstasy, just a bad labored joke.
Your body in spasm
longs to strip the flesh, but if you do
there will be nothing left but the busy
bone-clatter of tactics.
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I will listen instead to the river,
cold as time, smelling of blood-brown leaves.
About this poem
“Although this is not a sonnet, I got interested in the possibilities of argument as a poetic mode when I started studying sonnets in depth. I keep playing with two voices, or more, or just the self arguing with itself – in a refusal of consensus, an insistence on the unresolved.” – April Bernard
About April Bernard
April Bernard is the author of “Brawl & Jag” (W. W. Norton, 2016). She lives in Saratoga Springs, N.Y., where she teaches at Skidmore College and in the low-residency M.F.A. writing program at Bennington College.
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(c) 2016 April Bernard. Originally published by the Academy of American Poets, www.poets.org. Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
