Jim Daniels' next books of poems, Rowing Inland, Wayne State University Press, and Street Calligraphy, Steel Toe Books, will both be published in 2017. He is the Thomas Stockham University Professor of English at Carnegie Mellon University.

Previously in Glass: A Journal of Poetry: Moving to Miami Blue Light

Jim Daniels

Test Bomb Fallout

We dropped a hand-stuffed dummy strung over the streetlight onto passing cars. We, too young to drive ourselves. A matter of timing, knowing when to let go. Life was a prank no one had pulled on us yet. Every month, a moon pulled out of night's starry hat. We tossed the winking dummy over the streetlight like mad puppeteers, hoarse ventriloquists of the night. The pulse of hangmen strummed through the heavy rope released by three boys, giddy with the matter of timing, eager to let go. Cars braked, to our delight. We ran or stayed, depending on who emerged, what shade the relieved blossom of rage. We dropped a homemade bomb off the streetlight until the police whirled red and cuffed the dummy. Whose clothes did it wear, whose cap, whose grin? God’s grainy photo in dim night's newspaper. We had no paper trail. How to let go? When our first friend fell to earth, did not land, drilled right through, we hung our heads like failed firemen among ashes. The silence of a body strung over a streetlight, swaying — abandoned dummy who thought it did not matter if time stopped, if he let go.

I have this very clear memory of doing just this — we made a dummy, tied a rope to it, slung it over the streetlight, then dropped it onto unsuspecting cars, thinking it was great fun. No one we loved had died yet, and so we had no idea of the deep profound terror of that irreversible loss.

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