By E. A. Markham

In this poem there is no suffering.

It spans hundreds of years and records

no deaths, connecting when it can,

those moments where people are healthy

and happy, content to be alive. A Chapter,

maybe a Volume, shorn of violence

consists of an adult reading aimlessly.

This line is the length of a full life

smuggled in while no one was plotting

against a neighbour, except in jest.

Then, after a gap, comes Nellie. She

is in a drought-fisted field

 with a hoe. This is her twelfth year

on the land, and today her back

doesn’t hurt. Catechisms of self-pity

and of murder have declared a day’s truce

in the Civil War within her. So today,

we can bring Nellie, content with herself,

with the world, into our History.

For a day. In the next generation

we find a suitable subject camping

near the border of a divided country:

for a while no one knows how near. For these

few lines she is ours. But how about

the lovers? you ask, the freshly-washed

body close to yours; sounds, smells, tastes;

anticipation of the young, the edited memory

of the rest of us? How about thoughts

higher than their thinkers?…Yes, yes.

Give them half a line and a mass of footnotes:

they have their own privileged history,

like inherited income beside our husbandry.

We bring our History up to date

in a city like London: someone’s just paid

the mortgage, is free of guilt

and not dying of cancer; and going

past the news-stand, doesn’t see a headline

advertising torture. This is all

recommended reading, but in small doses.
It shows you can avoid suffering, if you try. 

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Poet Bio

Edward Archibald Markham was born in Montserrat in the West Indies, the youngest of four children. In 1956, he moved to England with his family, who neglected to send Markham to school for two years, having him work instead. He eventually studied philosophy and literature at the University of Wales. Interested in drama, he founded the Caribbean Theatre Workshop and traveled to the Caribbean. Markham worked as a media coordinator in Papua New Guinea and taught at a number of universities in England. A writer of both poetry and prose, he started publishing poetry in the 1970s, sometimes under the names of two invented personas: Paul St. Vincent and Sally Goodman.  See More By This Poet

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