I'm taking it all with me - the metallic sighs,
the light that decides to itself after such
displays of rain, the puddle I once saw
in the of Vsetaty, and how, as I approached,
my body locked - a physical kind of
thinking, for what seemed a shallow of water
might go a dozen down, (it was possible,
I had heard of ), but still I stepped,
a bloom of bubbles trailed
from a mouth I worsted
so this is
This poem comes from a longer work about the Czechoslovakian college student Jan Palach and the Prague Spring.
Elizabeth Onusko’s poetry has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and published in 42opus, burntdistrict, The Collagist, Verse Daily, Poetry East, and Bellevue Literary Review, among others. Her chapbook, The Prague Winter, is available from Finishing Line Press.