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Erasure

by Jim Benz

Ernesto, wandering aimlessly in the desert,
                    dreamed of water.
Radwan, preparing to die, listened closely
                    to his instructions.
Abhinav, boarding a train for Kashmir, worried
                    about the border crossing.
Sabra, sitting in the outdoor café, gazed curiously
                    at a car pulling up to the curb.
Umeko, falling asleep on the subway, dropped
                    her book on the floor.
Rashida, holding her arms above her head, screamed
                    as mud-brick walls imploded.
Eshe, lying in an infirmary cot,
                    was too weak to even speak.

06/27/2007

Author's Note: published in Pemmican

Posted on 06/27/2007
Copyright © 2024 Jim Benz

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 06/27/07 at 03:11 PM

Really powerful series of linked snapshots. Thanks for this.

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 06/28/07 at 04:15 PM

Each of these lines, intense and containing the element of silence until the culminating speechless... Each cinematic, as if we are watching, and the names add to that eavesdropping/visual quality.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/29/07 at 02:29 PM

The names give this such strength and the stark descriptions of their plights are gripping.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 06/29/07 at 02:36 PM

Jim, how do you write such an entire intriguing story that gets the hairs on the back of the neck rising? I'm hooked!

Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 06/30/07 at 02:19 AM

Jim, I saw and heard it all. How do you connect all those lines that are separate in themselves and make them work? This was very moving.

Posted by Cassandra Leigh on 06/30/07 at 07:06 AM

Oh. Wow. It's brilliant how at first glance this is a series of disconnected photographs... and then you read it again and the theme and its significance crashes down on you. And it still feels like a poem, a piece of artwork. This is brilliant. Poignant. Gave me chills. A new favorite.

Posted by Laura Doom on 06/30/07 at 11:00 PM

...and then there was none?

Posted by Paul Lastovica on 07/03/07 at 02:34 AM

i saw this as slow motion in my mind.

Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 07/04/07 at 12:47 AM

A great poem lets the reader fill in the spaces, and this one does just that. Chilling and timely, and simply brilliant.

Posted by Mara Meade on 07/05/07 at 10:06 PM

Brilliant and brutal. Haunting. And Amen.

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 07/06/07 at 08:41 AM

Wow, this is a structure I have never tried and must admit was so "blown away" (no pun intended of course) that I am going to add to my own bag of tricks and steal from this shamelessly! POWWERFUL!!!

Posted by Rebecca Andre on 07/08/07 at 05:07 AM

speaks louder than a full length movie on the characters. =)

Posted by George Hoerner on 05/09/09 at 09:30 PM

Really a great write Jim. Just wonderfully well done.

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