These two poems by Valerie Witte, excerpts from her manuscript “hold short bravo,” are inspired by the disappearance of Malaysian Flight 370 and examine the process of dealing with the aftermath of human error and confusion, the profound repercussions of miscommunication, and the political mechanisms at play around us daily…
by: Valerie Witte
\\epiprologue\\
don’t you remember
you are on the wrong side
steered off course deliberately the search is……….suspended
like a puppet she wanted
to pull………………such maneuvers due to systems manipulated
7 hours, 30 minutes the engines burned
lighter
you read 370 as OLE upside
down a plane flown thousands of miles
into the ocean
so much rides on……………………………wanting
to identify moss on the rocks
but you wouldn’t be……………………………………together anyway
as two crows or maybe…..the same
almost hit you………………..what wings
continually interrupt adjust to maintain height, speed
a normal flight impersonated
zombie flight
are we too empathetic or the characters we play
giving boys balloons on a plane
small but detectable………shut them up, nicely
lips swollen, eyes
are you feeling better now………….escarpments rising
plates fracture
a transponder is a portmanteau
did you hear the one about two uteruses you
just want to collect them accelerating swoops
only 10 percent of the ocean mapped
but you don’t want to think about
an underwater mountain will exert more
sway……………………..a future airplane that loses it
would still…………………………………………disappear
\\now\\
when a thing turns
round &
a thing keeps
turning into
something is something still
a thing stopped….or
it’s getting harder to remember being
a thing might
materialize there
could be something
like a plane
up there
why go to the trouble
to hide if suicide if
a weapon why
fly so long
beyond
six arcs hourly before shutting
down……………….one of two corridors
on autopilot submersibles
scour the floor…for……….an underwater
debris field……..some more optimistic, some
less
in the next………room a conversation with another
or yourself…………………..when “reworking” appealed to you
it’s a good idea…………….to hear
what losing sounds like
the trick of disappointing
determining what’s worse
nesting or taking………….flight
what you mean by a mind
a measure of change, offset…………………burst
frequency in the wavelength you
want to talk about love & not be
boring if……………the southern arc lay
if every ocean
if everyone carried
bags of fruit then
all are certainly
\\
downed beyond
reasonable……….doubt there are
no
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bottles at the embassy……………….thrown
agents in plain
clothes…………….low-flying
you thought
he was leaving you……….he said he was………….leaving
you……..people can vanish…………or corral
onto buses……….we await you at home with tears
placards handed matching
for months never…………………………to return & you start……how
would you……………………couldn’t do this alone you’ve never done any of this………….alone
t-shirts………….like contrails
please………………………..come………………………..back
Notes:
Italicized lines have been adapted from the following sources:
- thedailybeast.com/mh370-could-happen-again-theres-still-no-way-to-prevent-why-it-was-lost
- time.com/5352533/malaysia-flight-370-report
- washingtonpost.com/world/their-relatives-declared-dead-families-of-plane-passengers-boil-in-anger-march-on-embassy/2014/03/25/59981710-b40c-11e3-b899-20667de76985_story.html?hpid=z2
- bbc.com/news/magazine-31736835
- theatlantic.com/science/archive/2017/03/mh370-search-ocean/518946
- Some of the language in this text was adapted from the blog of Jeff Wise (jeffwise.net).
Valerie Witte is the author of a game of correspondence (Black Radish Books, 2015) and The Grass Is Greener When the Sun Is Yellow (The Operating System, 2019), a collaboration with Sarah Rosenthal. Her work has also appeared in more than 30 literary journals, including VOLT, Diagram, Dusie
Maybe I’m crazy. I heard a start/stop/stutter in the poetry, a rhythm suggestive of an engine that’s failing, trying to restart, failing, trying again. If not for the reference to Flight 370 I may not have heard that at all. These rhythms are interesting to a drummer. I try to count them off, find out the beat. I’m still trying. Good stuff, ATM people. (I know you’re disguised aliens but I won’t tell anyone.)