Dark Glass, and: Epitaphs for All the Dead Austin Allen (bio) DARK GLASS They used to call it "No Such Agency."These days the mystery rises in plain sight.The two main buildings, 2A and 2B, are copper-shielded, black, sleek in the light—2A's been called "a dark glass Rubik's Cube."The rooms inside receive the whole world's chatter:my chirping phone, a buzzing border fence, a whispering diplomat or babbling rubein any town, at any time, might matter. All must be sorted. Records, photos, files—a billion treasures for the ultimate hoarder'sshrine—flow every second from Headquartersout to a hall of servers in the West.In Utah. Where else? Somehow it makes sense:the alien landscape, hidden veins of ore,gold tablets of encoded Mormon lore—it's all connected. Deep in Utah, milesfrom any town, walled off from any seeker,a server holds me in its gleaming pod.It sees my mind as clear as God sees God.Into that hall my life will be compressed till all's revealed by some crusading leaker . . .That fear, that hope, could launch a thousand churches.Deep in the Western desert I am known.All through my fervent writings, furtive searches,I know the silence lies. I'm not alone. [End Page 202] EPITAPHS FOR ALL THE DEAD Out of Circulation Participated Came to Pass Never Outran the Cheetah or Broke the Hummingbird's Record for Wingbeats Per Second Back in Circulation R.I.P. Blank / Born Blank / Died Blank Occurred to Earth Departed This Vale of Tears, Orgasms, and Hangnails Were Not Much More Than a Blur Were [End Page 203] Austin Allen AUSTIN ALLEN's poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Yale Review, Southwest Review, 32 Poems, The Missouri Review, and elsewhere. His essays appear frequently via the poetry foundation website. His first poetry collection, Pleasures of the Game, won the 2016 Anthony Hecht Prize. Copyright © 2019 Austin Allen
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