Water City Blues
Marvin Gaye returns to make his final descent onto Earth. He finds that we are all drowning with the Earth as we kill her. He comes and goes with the rain and observes the different processes of eco-destruction, sometimes finding pieces of our old gods in the mix. What's going on?
the incense of rain pierces
that deep and brooding cologne:
the mothermusk of Caelus-sky.
Mulch of autumn wrung through a washboard,
ground to grit like paternal sands of Time. The rain is
time, whatever we have left,
a scorched earth, ran wet
and soil tumult with salt will
all but spring new life again.
Old blood washes underneath us,
down the gutters, through a
sea collapsing slowly
off the horizon to recesses dusk
and true. Weak and chummy are
we to this merry go round fate, look!
The earth soaked in lye
and drying taut as hide, waiting
to be written over again.
a place well loved, worn like
leather. With the moon as our eye,
we’ll wince and blink with the dust
of stars, detonated by angry gods,
tides will sting again, leaves will choke,
milk will boil, and all the stones and microwaved
fossils we love so dear, will be shaved stubble.
“it’s a dog eat dog world,” but that doesn’t even
begin to cover the scourge on your plate, now
whirling through your intestines like an enema eel.
a platter of bones, an unmarked grave. So too will be
our station of the cross
and return to the promised land, foreclosed.
St. Marvin said, ‘what’s going on,’ and
there’s no answers for his cries.
just the rain outside.
Elias Fulmer grew up in a working class, Swedish-American household in southern California. He currently attends UCLA for a BA in English and is looking to pursue an MFA in Poetry. He is a full time troublemaker, trickster, and rabble-rouser. His influences include Allen Ginsberg, Walt Whitman, Prince, and Marie de France. Other poems of his have been published in Red Fez and sprinkle: an undergraduate journal of feminist and queer studies.