Surrender

The customer refreshment zone
of this sweeping dealership
nestled along the Interstate

like a tumor of the human spirit
is the worst place imaginable to mine
a cinderblock-thick history 

of the Roman Empire’s slow decline,
worse than the belly of an active volcano,
worse than a guillotine’s 

neckworn crook.  
Not for any fault of the author’s,
a laureled pillar knighted   

for lighting bonfires in the mind,
but because of a chalkboard-sized television
bolted to the wall 

and the talk show host therein
going bananas in a language
of arm flaps and rabbit shrieks, 

flitting from one inanity to another
like an unhinged cockatiel
some troubled child has set on fire, 

so that any comprehension
of small pox riddled legionaries
perishing under gothic clubs 

in the black forests
of the western hinterlands
must now make room for Hollywood’s 

premier pet hypnotherapist
strutting around in a loud scarf
and big white sunglasses, 

giving his picks for the season’s
trendiest canine sweaters,
and the fraying of Britannia 

involve a celebrity physician
cooking heart-healthy margherita pizza
in an oven built from the ruins 

of Hadrian’s Wall.
There is nothing to do
but jam an emergency cigarette 

in my stuttering lips
and hasten outside to the field next door
with the weight of the world

dragging down my shoulders,
or if not the world,
then at least the Oxford English Dictionary 

complete and unabridged,
slung across my back
like a medieval kite shield 

as though the old historian,
last defender of the life of the mind,
and I, his rubber-kneed squire, 

had walked out this morning
to reject the host’s terms
of unconditional surrender 

much to the delight of her minions
smeared bodily with margherita pizza sauce
and girdled in a patchwork armor 

of chic dog sweaters—her hordes
who shall cut us to crow feed
before the sun has run out 

on these soft native grasses,
the big bluestem, the sprangletop
the blowing buffalo.

 
Tim Krcmarik

Tim Krcmarik is a firefighter for the city of Austin, TX where he lives with his wife and son. His first book, The False Lark, was published by Diabolical Genius Press in 2013 and a pamphlet, The Heights, appeared in 2008 as part of the Lost Horse Press New Poets/ Short Books series. He is a recipient of the Paul Engle Fellowship from the University of Iowa and a graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop.

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