will call out to our child with the right accent, for its name
I would need to travel back in time to pronounce it just so
but the language the child knows from birth
the countenance of those ancestors
Great-Grandpa Krist...his first wife, before Katerina, died in childbirth
Day by day he watched his wife
Somewhere in Milwaukee lies a rotten hull of a
My wife asks me to feel the baby inside
Then a beautiful rain of hiccup
Krist, I got a family coming now, and we are going
What was your baby's name to be? You brought danger
now we are warned
They have in mind, I think, us godforsaken immigrants, Krist.
"Manzelka" is one short section of a of a book-length manuscript, Ouisconsin: The Dead in Our Clouds. The main subjects and elements I combine in the manuscript are: the spirit of clouds, immigration (particulary those immigrants from my own ancestry, Czech and Slovak), Americanization, farming, pollinators (bees and butterflies), Native American mythology, and geography (Wisconsin). So far, writing the poems I find they are the way to establish my appreciation, and settle my differences, with my homeland; the book is investigativewriting it is the best way to learn about the place of Wisconsin.