poem won The Formalist's 2000 Howard
It also won the New England
Club's 1998 Boyle/Farber Award for
verse. – Editor]
Note From Echo
I no longer haunt the canyons
the crypts. I thrive and multiply;
daughters are my new companions.
are the voicemail's ponderous reply
the computers making random calls.
are the Muzak in the empty malls,
laughtrack on the reruns late at night,
distant siren's chilling lullaby,
steady chirp of things that simplify
scheduled lives. You know I could recite
but you never cared for my recitals.
do not miss you, do not need you here—
can repeat the words of your disciples
lovers what they need to hear.
2000; originally printed in The Formalist.
Reprinted by permission of the author.