This poem is taken from Stand 222, 17(2) May - June 2019.

Timothy Houghton Three Poems
Voices Through Static

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I’m leaning my ear
to voices of distant peoples
in mountains of Appalachia. They don’t seem
of this earth—like crackling broadcasts
of ‘30s science fiction: urgent tones;    
even rare laughter    turns into shrapnel.
Raise the volume
and clarity gets worse—so I turn it down a bit
to think about it    on my way to Rabun Gap.
Nuclear war might sound like this.
I bend my neck to emergencies
spitted out in disconnected syllables—
then cryptic numbers    concerning
what might be
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