POeT SHOTS - 'AT THE CORNER OF OIL AND BEEF' by John Reibetanz

POeT SHOTS is a monthly series published on the first Monday of the month. It features work by established writers followed by commentary and insight by Ray Greenblatt

POeT SHOTS #6, Series C

AT THE CORNER OF OIL AND BEEF
Sturgid Motorcycle Rally, Sturgis, South Dakota

More than magenta tattoos    that flicker action films of flame-snorting dragons or sea serpents across once muscled chests    shoulders    forearms    more than massive rhinestone

 encrusted buckles    studding barrel-waisted demons with ersatz Mayan bling     their headgear blazes longings to return to a more fabled age    Viking helmets

some horned    some winged with stripes or lightning bolts    golden clasped bandanas    starred midnight or blood red silks that might have fringed the brow of Blackbeard or Long John Silver    and most

 of all    the towering broad-brimmed Stetsons    mesas on the move    their shadows sweeping once-vast plains under wheeled riders’ great horsepowered mounts    mythology of man

 versus steer    as potent as the frescoed bull-leapers on Cretan walls    and here on Sturgis Main Street    near One- Eyed Jack’s Saloon    where curbed Electra Glides and Road Kings

idle under Texas Beef Brisket    Deep Fried Sirloin Tips    and ribs ribs ribs    mingling fumes    where no one reckons the sixteen pounds of grain gone up in smoke for each pound

 of meat    or the ninety tons of antique plant matter hecatombed in every gallon of gas    I long to satisfy these cowboys’ longings a million times o-

 ver    send them back way beyond Minoan rodeos beyond the first taming of cattle    the first sowing of grain that fed them    beyond the first rooted earthlife

 to pirate-free ancient seas beneath the plains    before titanic heat gods spirited oil    from the micro- scopic remains of floating protoplankton    before

 each diatom and dinoflagellate burned sunshine to carbon    send these steersmen back    hands whisked from throttle- grips    haunches from hand-tooled leather saddles    back beyond

 the blinding glitter of their gas-fed longhorns’ chrome flanks in mythic ascension    to untracked starry passes where light glides    flameless    smokeless    tinged only with promise

A flood of imagery! From “protoplankton,” “diatom,” dinoflagellate,” to “Texas Beef Brisket  Deep Fried Sirloin/Tips.” What do some people want: “longings/to return to a more fabled age.” What does the poet want for them: “Send these steersmen back [...] to untracked starry passes/where light glides     flameless smokeless     tinged only with promise.”

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Ray Greenblatt has been a poet for forty years and an English teacher longer than that. He was an editor of General Eclectic, a board member of the Philadelphia Writers Conference, and is presently on the staff of the Schuylkill Valley Journal. He has won the Full Moon Poetry Contest, the Mad Poets Annual Contest, and twice won the Anthony Byrne Annual Contest for Irish Poetry sponsored by The Irish Edition. His poetry has been translated into Gaelic, Polish, Greek and Japanese.