Hum for the Bolt

By Jamaal May Jamaal May
It could of course be silk. Fifty yards or so
of the next closest thing to water to the touch,
or it could just as easily be a shaft of  wood

crumpling a man struck between spaulder and helm.
But now, with the rain making a noisy erasure
of this town, it is the flash that arrives

and leaves at nearly the same moment. It’s what I want
to be in this moment, in this doorway,
because much as I’d love to be the silk-shimmer

against the curve of anyone’s arm,
as brutal and impeccable as it’d be to soar
from a crossbow with a whistle and have a man

switch off upon my arrival, it is nothing
compared to that moment when I eat the dark,
draw shadows in quick strokes across wall

and start a tongue counting
down to thunder. That counting that says,
I am this far. I am this close.

Source: Poetry (April 2013).

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This poem originally appeared in the April 2013 issue of Poetry magazine

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Biography

Jamaal May's first book, Hum (2013), won the Beatrice Hawley Award from Alice James Books. He is founding editor of the Organic Weapon Arts Chapbook and Video Series.

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SUBJECT Living, The Body, Love, Desire, Nature, Weather

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