The Uses of the Past   /   Summer 2007   /    Poems

Jogger at the Bloody Angle; To Future People

Stephen Cushman

Photo of the Bloody Angle. Via Wikimedia Commons.

Jogger at the Bloody Angle

She lopes upon the frenzy of the past
in blue running bra, red running shorts,
her ponytail keeping time in steady stride
like a metronome as yellow as new buttercups
along the road beside these earthworks.

Her shoes and music cost more dollars
than some who died here made in a year,
but dollars meant something different then,
and if she gives no thought to men
calf-deep in mud and purple puddles

from foggy dawn till long past midnight,
when the shot-up oak crashed down in rain,
it’s only fair. They gave the same to her.

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