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News of the Dead Pope
Out of a window musical notes float in single file
past the windbreak of sage-colored trees.
The notes are black with mourning. Black birds
hang in the stillness over the courthouses
and other sacred buildings.
At the lake a child notices the sound as if it were coming from the ground,
out of a strange nautical cellar nearby.
The news travels quickly on such a clear day,
through the clouds shaped like Valkyries,
the clouds swinging swords.
On the child’s screened-in porch a radio lights up.
It is old and made of wood;
nevertheless it rises to the occasion.
The child, who heard everything
including the bankers sobbing in the chapel across the lake,
thought he might play saxophone when he grew up.
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Matthew Rohrer is the author of ten books of poems, most recently The Sky Contains the Plans, published by Wave Books. His book-length poem The Others won the 2017 Believer Book Award. His book A Green Light was shortlisted for the Griffin International Poetry Prize. “News of the Dead Pope” is from his first book, A Hummock in the Malookas, which won the National Poetry Series and was published by W.W. Norton in 1995. He attended universities in Ann Arbor, Dublin, and Iowa City, and then moved to Brooklyn, and that is where you will find him from now on. [For more information on, and poems by, Matt Rohrer, click here.]
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Terrific title -- and the poem lives up to it. Kudos.
Posted by: David Lehman | December 06, 2020 at 01:26 PM
So glad Rohrer is back in sight with his surprises, every line, especially getting us from one to the other. He always comes home far from where he began. We go too.
Posted by: Grace Cavalieri | December 06, 2020 at 02:56 PM
Thanks, Grace. Matt is truly inventive.
Posted by: Terence Winch | December 06, 2020 at 04:08 PM
Thanks, David. You can't miss with dead popes.
Posted by: Terence Winch | December 06, 2020 at 04:10 PM
Awesome poem 👏
Posted by: Mike | December 06, 2020 at 08:04 PM
Great poem. Why would you not play the saxophone?
Posted by: Jesse Winch | December 06, 2020 at 08:40 PM
I'm glad you think so, Micheál.
Posted by: Terence Winch | December 06, 2020 at 11:01 PM
That is the question the poem leaves you with.
Posted by: Terence Winch | December 06, 2020 at 11:03 PM
Very wonderful
Posted by: Tina Eck | December 07, 2020 at 11:35 AM
Smashing last line! Great poem! Hats off to Matthew! It made me laugh which came like a surprise gift this morning.
Posted by: Maureen Owen | December 07, 2020 at 12:33 PM
Thanks, Tina. I'm glad you think so.
Posted by: Terence Winch | December 07, 2020 at 02:05 PM
Thanks so much for your comment, Maureen. Glad you liked it.
Posted by: Terence Winch | December 07, 2020 at 02:07 PM
Love the pacing and surprises of this poem. What a delight! BRAVO.
Posted by: Meg Kearney | December 08, 2020 at 12:57 PM
Thanks, Meg. It's a mighty poem, I agree.
Posted by: Terence Winch | December 08, 2020 at 03:19 PM
Great poem
Posted by: Eileen Reich | December 13, 2020 at 12:44 PM
Thanks for your comment, Eileen.
Posted by: Terence Winch | December 13, 2020 at 12:57 PM
Wonderful that drives a writer to sit down and try to perceive and sing with the same power that Matt Rohrer does! Thanks to Terence for bringing this great poet within range of us again!
Posted by: Don Berger | December 14, 2020 at 12:45 PM
Correction!
Wonderful POEM that drives a writer to sit down and try to perceive and sing with the same power that Matt Rohrer does! Thanks to Terence for bringing this great poet within range of us again!
Posted by: Don Berger | December 14, 2020 at 12:47 PM