Conor Bracken

"If the Body is a Miracle" by Conor Bracken

If the Body is a Miracle


then so is the ball gag.
Vinyl siding. The small 
trembling of the earth 

as Oklahoma settles into 
the new vacancies blasted
by fracking into the shale. 

The weather and its ostentatious 
flocculence and alternating layers 
of mist and frost, has always felt miraculous,

but when we get it to pound Texas 
flatter by a couple millimeters 
with its thundering dozens of inches of rain 

aren’t we also the miracle for teasing 
the sky into a steam-hammer?
Praise the nipple 

as much as the rubber tubing. 
The needle-nose pliers as much 
as the patient hand that shaped 

the wing-like iliac crest. 
The shrill discrete beeps 
of the machines that draw

out of the body’s darkness 
the murky pulsate doings of the body
and as much the beeps that tell us 

the newborn is coding
as the ones that tell us 
the newborn is stabilizing

in a sound as tremulous and sweet
as any dragged out of the rare 
shadow-barred hold of a Stradivarius

whose Alpine spruce is supposed by experts 
to be the reason for its sonority—
extra resonant due to its denseness 

from growing through The Little Ice Age 
which a bumper crop of trees brought on
by sucking extra carbon from the atmosphere, 

able to reforest the plains of the Americas
because genocide had decimated 
the half-agrarian native populations.

What a miracle, the word decimated, 
the words population and genocide—
stainless, almost, and smooth

like the lucent synthetic fibers
archeologists use to brush off the femurs
of history

the little crumbs 
of ruptured spleens and broken teeth 
and bashed-in skulls and smoldering hair

so we can see instead this potsherd
and consider the craftsperson
instead of the fact it was shattered.

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"If the Body is a Miracle" first appeared in New England Review.

Conor Bracken is the author of Henry Kissinger, Mon Amour (Bull City Press), as well as the translator of Mohammed Khaïr-Eddine’s Scorpionic Sun (CSU Poetry Center) and Jean D’Amérique’s forthcoming No Way in the Skin without this Bloody Embrace (Ugly Duckling Presse). His work has earned support from Bread Loaf, the Community of Writers, the Frost Place, Inprint, and the Sewanee Writers’ Conference, and has appeared in places like BOMB, jubilat, New England Review, The New Yorker, and Ploughshares, among others. His first book of poems, The Enemy of My Enemy is Me, is out now with Diode Editions.


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