Vol. 7


LAUREN LOFTIS
Old Issaquah mine entrance, once sealed, is slowly reopening1

 

Machine sludge
and methane gas
soaking into rock,
cannot be
what they mean
when they say
history is
beneath us.

The base
of my hometown:
timber,
white rot
splinter,
a rain-swelled
sponge
in collapse.
They say
if you fall in
there’s not
an emergency crew
in the country
that can rescue you
from the mines.

But I’m not sure
what mutual memory
is—
if it’s teeth
or a gushing
wound trying
to clog
itself shut.
If it swallows
the evergreens,
the land
we built
our homes on.
If we have fallen,
are falling,
or are just
built up
from empty
cores.

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1. April 14, 2006, Seattle Times Eastside Bureau article by Sherry Grindeland