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SHJ Issue 17
Fall 2017

[Three Poems]

by Darren C. Demaree

A Night So Beautiful We Had to Burn Down the Senator’s House #34

Anything that washes up
on a manmade lake
is a threat or an ending

& if you’re grotesque enough
to collect such things
then you should run for office.


A Night So Beautiful We Had to Burn Down the Senator’s House #35

I put my hand in the distance,
in the flat moon of our lives
& I felt only Ohio’s best rage.


A Night So Beautiful We Had to Burn Down the Senator’s House #36

All six of us got naked
to run into the water
to wash off the intention

of more fire, more fire,
the control of more fire
& the loss, glorious loss

of a fire on its own.
We all met our own echo.
Even our echoes

felt that son-of-a-bitch
that cut healthcare,
that wanted to cut

healthcare even more,
that had invited one of us
to become a widower

before they ever could pay
a mortgage should see
us glisten, should hear us

invent the new profanity
just for him. We all knew
we didn’t need clothes

to burn his old house down,
so we used our shirts as towels
& we folded our pants 

on the sand. We were bodies,
beautiful and open. We
shook with adrenaline.


SHJ Issue 17
Fall 2017

Darren C. Demaree

is the author of six poetry collections, most recently Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly (8th House Publishing, 2016). His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in numerous magazines and journals, including Diode, Meridian, New Letters, Diagram, and Colorado Review. He is the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology and Ovenbird Poetry. Demaree lives in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children.

“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury