thinking of me.
He forgot.
VI.
I am only my name.
The rest is âyou,â I told him.
He didnât hear me, for his
mind was elsewhere.
Why else would he have said:
You wrestled the word itself
and won!
Was he the word itself?
Is name word?
. . . He who is only âyou,â
you and you and you and you,
who surrounds my name?
The Battle Against Five Antiterrestrial Elements
I.
The general came to me and said:
â You are the only one left who can do anything;
itâs all up to you, whether we
will stay like this, or not.
. . . Soldiers were
all along the roads. And
a great, quiet rabble.
Not one was at ease.
Not one was at attention or ready
for attack, yet.
II.
What should I do? How? When? Where?
He pushed me slowly, between my shoulder blades,
into the field outside,
beside a withered maple sapling.
Here it was quiet,
and over the freshly ploughed terrain
suddenly,
from under the wide clouds at the other end,
came hurled at me
an apple.
III.
I wanted to dive and catch the apple
like a ball.
It would have been a mistake, â
they told me afterwards, the angels,
it would have been a mistake,
they told me afterwards
friends, family, military officers.
IV.
I ran to the apple,
and peeled its ring
like it was Saturn,
I ran to the apple
and peeled its
red band like it was
an old packet of good quality cigarettes.
V.
The apple broke in two, the worm
ran through my fingers into the earth;
it left by way of those furrows,
and beside the withered maple at my end
I grinned
like a drunk at the door of a bowling alley.
VI.
The general took me to the middle of the
restless soldiers,
along those narrow streets where they
were neither at attention nor at ease.
He took me there to be seen, he took me there
to calm them,
under dark clouds hanging
over the city with narrow streets and soldiers,
those strange soldiers, clean,
smelling of lavender,
neither quiet nor
unquiet,
with wide, glistening eyes,
resting their hands on their weapons;
at whom, they did not know
or in which direction
to open â fire.
VII.
I have only one more element
for you to defeat, the last one,
then we can escape and be, â
another way, we will be â but in another way . . .
said the general to me.
VIII.
Two, three, and four.
The second, third, and fourth battle
I cannot remember any more.
The general assured me that they
had nothing to do, at all, with words,
and thus nothing to do with either things
or our civilization.
The general assured me
that I had won the two,
three, four,
the second, third, fourth battle,
but as winner I had lost the right
to learn anything about the victims
or the battleground,
by rote or by heart,
under clouds or inside nerves.
The general gave as proof the fact that I am,
that he is,
that we are,
that they are,
that the city still existed, as we knew it.
The general told me that we
cannot praise ourselves with victory
of the second,
third, fourth,
because they have nothing to do with the domain
of communication,
the domain of comprehension,
OMPREHENSION . . .
MPREHENSION . . .
PREHENSION . . .
REHENSION . . .
EHENSION . . .
IX.
I understood that the battle
against the fifth element,
the definitive battle, would take place
on a street.
At that moment, the battle began.
â Move the walls, I said.
â Move the walls, I shouted,
and I moved all the walls from behind.
(The general held my shoulder
to keep me from having a wall at my back
so I was victorious.)
The general clapped my left shoulder
and I had no wall at my back,
just the general.
It, the one in front of me, it
ended up with no wall in back.
It, from the fifth antiterrestrial element,
having walls behind it,
ended up with no walls in back.
Because of the general and me,
it ended up with no walls in back.
All the houses on the street
I moved with a brusque gesture,
and it,
the fifth antiterrestrial
Gay Hendricks, Kathlyn Hendricks