North Carolina Poetry Society’s treasurer, Bill Griffin, adds a poem to each of his financial reports. Presented at every board meeting, it serves as a reminder of a what we’re working for.
Think of how different the world would be if this was true of all kinds of communication. Every menu, all the brochures, each billboard with its own poem. Poetry at the start of every press conference and in the middle of every political debate. A poem when you go to a news site.
A noble goal.
The Pinesong Awards for 2021 submission window opens November 14 and runs through January 9.
Now, may I present a poem by NCPS member and Pinesong Award winner Eric Weil:
A Confederate Time Capsule
Egyptians put treasures in pharaohs’ tombs
for their use in the afterlife, knowing
that grave robbers would likely exhume them.
When North Carolina removed its Monument
to the Confederate Dead, which had stood
on the Capitol grounds for 115 years, workers
found a time capsule inside the granite base,
a rusted cocoon without a butterfly, just
Lost Cause relics: uniform buttons, money,
newspaper clippings, and hair both human
and horse. A faction said that the statue
should be permanent, but they forget:
nothing stands forever, as wind-blown sand
will erase even the pyramids. A time capsule
argues for a briefer expectation,
that the glorious dead must someday
be allowed to let go of their defeat, releasing
their descendants from pride’s shackles.