Revisionist History and Time Machines
Elevators no longer skip
the thirteenth floor.
Christ no longer split
the horizon. His blood
dripping like rain.
People do not go back
in time to kill Hitler;
that is simply a side effect,
as is the child not drowning
in Crystal Lake.
Barry and Claudette lie
on a bed of dry pine needles.
Her back arching like
the blade of an axe.
Elevators no longer skip
the thirteenth floor.
Christ no longer split
the horizon. His blood
dripping like rain.
People do not go back
in time to kill Hitler;
that is simply a side effect,
as is the child not drowning
in Crystal Lake.
Barry and Claudette lie
on a bed of dry pine needles.
Her back arching like
the blade of an axe.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson