Adam Malinowski
Barbarian
Notre Dame burns & it’s April
long after rain and roads and countries
under pavilions arctic gulls speak
to a sun hardly remaining
tho my seasons do not yet feel
smoke billows from the television
old ghosts and proteins
recovered from factories drones
photograph Paris what bliss!
securing Europe’s perimeter
live embers motivate me
reaching from the harbor
to the cape laying down new
supply lines and over the river
bridges are jammed the Metro
shuts down eternally carbonized
forests appear a fresh dawn
O we are far from your world
tho you’d be pleased to know
that the city burns pleasantly
plains of diamonds
villages and flames will still be felt
icicles, legumes, musics, and chocolates
under halcyon blazes flotillas dancing
like chevrons do on pretty little t-shirt
yards fond of volcanoes rising to the pavilion
of your chest
arriving against the stars.
Poems by Adam Malinowski have appeared in Poets Reading the News, Philosophical Idiot, and in Mirage #5/Period(ical) #6. They hold an MA in Creative Writing from Eastern Michigan University, live in Detroit, and facilitate a poetry workshop at Women’s Huron Valley Correctional Facility in Ypsilanti, Mich.
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