John Freeman is a writer, a literary critic, the former president of the National Book Critics Circle, and a recipient of the James Patterson Pageturner Award. His numerous works include How to Read a Novelist and Dictionary of the Undoing, as well as a trilogy of anthologies about inequality, including Tales of Two Planets, which features stories about the climate crisis from around the world. He is also the author of three poetry collections, Maps, The Park, and Wind, Trees (Copper Canyon Press, 2022). Freeman lives in New York City.

Decoys

by John Freeman

Bomber pilots knew wind could be a mercy seven thousand feet up
river like a pelican’s neck    engine drone a chorus of song
clouds could be a mercy rain could be a mercy snow could be
a mercy    the wrong type of moon


did ties whistle and whip when a payload was cut began
its nearly eight-minute journey back to Earth the silence
of that descent frightening to them sitting in the sky goggled
and scarfed delivering death like a baby from above


who thought to name a thirteen-foot-long four-thousand-pound
bomb Satan    had that person ever crouched close as a plane birthed
a payload that drifted    did he wonder about the free will of objects
we set in motion how they resist us as if a silent hand


sometimes saying no    during World War I when
the Germans were using zeppelins in aerial campaigns
the French planned to build a fake Paris fifteen miles north
on the river complete with a replica street plan Arc de Triomphe


working trains snuffed-out lights that at night
might fool the bombers who’d fly right over a blacked-out Paris
engine drones a lullaby they never had to use
the war ended in 1918 all vestiges of the city outside the city


destroyed    Fernand Jacopozzi the engineer who’d designed
the stage-set Paris lit the Eiffel Tower instead
then died in his home in 1932 at age fifty-four his lasting gift
the realization that good and evil are both drawn to light


From Wind, Trees (Copper Canyon Press, 2022).


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