“Evidence” by Mary Jo Bang


This is the wilderness
Of evidence: a tangled thought
Becomes a book
On a dresser unread,

Pages stacked in predictable sequence:
Numbers behaving as numbers do,
Promising a future and
Lining up at the door and waiting

Patiently to enter.
You become the connection
Thread to the cat that lost its tail
And subsequently invented tragedy.

That man named Mac is right
When he says a thousand voices say
Live and forget
The rest. Goodnight.

And goodbye. You
With your archangel name.
You with your teardrop beads
Lined up along the thread

Through the eye
Of the needle in the blankstack.
Every thread leads to the death
Day. I lost you. I love you.

How changed we are.
Otherwise no longer exists.
There is only stasis, continually
Granting ceremony to the moment.

The poem has some very rich lines .

 
This the wilderness
of evidence:a tangled thought

becomes a book

On a dresser unread”


There is music in the lines.A natural rhythm with a clutter of images -wilderness of evidence,a tangled thought,becomes a book on a dresser unread .No point in trying to make the images work with each other; just enjoy the music in the lines.
The book image is carried on further:

Pages stacked in predictable sequence:
Numbers behaving as numbers do,
Promising a future and
Lining up at the door and waiting
.

Pages stacked .Not bound together.In predictable sequence.Numbers going on in serial order.Each page promises a future as you leaf through the stacked pages.The second page promises the third , a page waiting at the door.

You become the connection

There is no connecting thread between pages because they are chronologically stacked and not bound. The hand that turns the pages is the connection .One of the pages is the cat that lost its tail and invented tragedy.

That man named Mac is right
When he says a thousand voices say
Live and forget
The rest. Goodnight

Beautiful lines .A thousand voices say,live and forget the rest.


The other nice image is the thread about the priest :

You With your archangel name.
You with your teardrop beads
Lined up along the thread

Through the eye
Of the needle in the blankstac
k.

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