Tuesday, May 05, 2020

Poem During the Plague: Poem 30

Matthew A. Hamilton

Matthew A. Hamilton holds an MFA from Fairfield University and a MSLIS from St. John’s University. He is a 6-time Pushcart Prize nominee. His stories and poems have appeared in a variety of national and international journals, including Atticus Review, Coe Magazine, Noctua Review, Burnt Bridge, Boston Literary Magazine, Cha: An Asian Literary JournalMuddy River Poetry Review, Tuck Magazine, Speckled Trout Review, and Projected Letters His chapbook, The Land of the Four Rivers, published by Cervena Barva Press, won the 2013 Best Poetry Book from Peace Corps Writers. His second poetry collection, Lips Open and Divine, was published in 2016 by Winter Goose. He and his wife live in Richmond, Virginia. Visit him here.

Escape Room

A closed door,
an unexpected virus,
days watching the news,
we grow tired of counting bodies
heaved inside refrigerator trucks.
Isolated from the familiar,
we play The Forbidden Castle,
riddle cards and clue cards
scattered on the table
like dead soldiers
from some forgotten war,
and we—unfamiliar with battle
and chaos and bodies so deep
and stacked like cord wood—
overlook the change of seasons,
vacations and sports and birthdays
cancelled, but plenty of missed funerals.
Minutes turn into weeks, and we hover
like ghosts in a locked room where we
cannot escape the darkness of cemeteries.

1 comment:

  1. Yet, we are reminded, and captured, as we should be, by this poem. Bridget Seley Galway