Previous articleNext article FreeAfter LucretiusJohn WilkinsonJohn Wilkinson Search for more articles by this author PDFPDF PLUSFull Text Add to favoritesDownload CitationTrack CitationsPermissionsReprints Share onFacebookTwitterLinked InRedditEmailQR Code SectionsMore29 April 2020The lights have fallen dumb and refuse to travel,preserving their angles is all that concerns them;clothes hang in their creases, while in seed-banksweevils curl up at the futility of spoiling green further.This time had been expected to have legs, to moveformations across the plain. This time believes lovea moving force, but takes delight and bandages it,runs closed captioning behind closed doors. What ifan elevator loses purpose, flashlights fail to search,if empty buses void the timetable – did you surviveRome’s marauding gangs, did you survive plague?Lovers take turns round apartments, seek to bringstars to earth, starring the recesses of bodies plainlyfelt, might that stop the fever? – Courses deviate,the very bricks lift off to touch skin, skin will floatsong that pulmonary rises, falls and rises in the street.NotesJohn Wilkinson is professor in the Department of English at the University of Chicago and director of the program in Creative Writing and the program in Poetry and Poetics. Previous articleNext article DetailsFiguresReferencesCited by Critical Inquiry Volume 47, Number S2Winter 2021Posts from the PandemicEdited by Hank Scotch Article DOIhttps://doi.org/10.1086/711445 Views: 583 © 2021 by The University of Chicago. All rights reserved.PDF download Crossref reports no articles citing this article.