The Paris Commune
(Inspired by Maximillien Luce’s A Street in Paris) I. A Paris Street (27 May 1871) On another day of smoke-sick pigeons, she knew roads were lines of power made into roads. She knew roads must, at times, be blockaded, while one stands perpendicular to flying bullets. Then abruptly, a force knocks the glasses from her eyes. A sudden, sharp pain steals the day’s adrenaline. Everything becomes a mistake, everyone becomes a stranger rather than enemy or friend. She forgets the mission that charged her fate, until the smell of urine brings back the street she lies in. A dog keeps silent in the alley as she closes her eyes and her limbs fail at feeling. II. The Cemetery of Père-Lachaise (28 May 1871 to present) Algae and bones remain while the years grow vines within the gates outside the city where she last remembers another’s eyes above her. Her hometown stops by her gravestone. They remember her as a child, before she went away. They raised her while her mother worked the Paris nightclubs that remain nearby. The smell of summer quickly turns to winter. Again, she misses the feeling of living through the cold. It takes a half a centery of paratactic events before Einstein frets about spooky action at a distance, reacting to small progress made by the dim world seeing the whole tapestry entangling ghosts and quantum physics. She tries to forget about separate concepts like forever and places like the city of light or the times she wore red lipstick. She’s reminded the entropic blending of things is her friend, but can’t forget about the one who brandished an eagle amulet before saying to her, you know we fight not for power but for liberty, equality and fraternity-- almost and slowly, she thinks Joe Hess Joe Hess received his MA in Poetry from Miami University and his MFA from Ashland University. You can find his work in Marathon Literary Review; appearing soon in Lime Hawk Literary Arts Collective, as well as the upcoming anthology by Shabda Press entitled Nuclear Impact: Broken Atoms in Our Hands.
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