Sci Fi Violence by Josh Bell

The New Yorker has a poem up called Sci Fi Violence that is being describing as one of the best peices of science fiction around today. It is a poem by Josh Bell.

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Sci Fi Violence


Would a true prophet use an electric
salamander as a tongue?
That’s what I thought. Last rainfall
in the new city, held here
until we ship the wounded home,
the enemy collecting like aberrant
cells across the river.
Like me, they are afraid
a rainbow will notice
and destroy them. Like me,
they were born believing
their body parts weren’t
fucked together right. Is it fate
we name? Is it countries? One enemy
in whom I planted sixteen seeds.
One enemy who attempted
to tongue-kiss my eyeholes, two cakes
of arsenic tucked
beneath his armpits. Look
carefully around you. As with a small
percentage of my countrymen, I die if I fall asleep
in a horizontal position, sucky
little prostitute of muscle
in the chest. Pinned down
by guerrilla holdouts
in a rooftop dumpster, I think
of my imperial home,
of walking the orchard rows
with my childhood friends, some of whom
I own, some of whom
have names. Every night, they’d tape me
upright to the wall, so that I could dream
safely in the vertical, as God
intended me to do. An elegy
is someone left alone, for hours,
with a dead body. And there have always been
rules against that sort of thing.

Or listen to JOsh read it on SoundCloud