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Jared Ward has had work accepted at Evansville Review, New Delta Review, West Branch, The Dos Passos Review, Zone 3, and others. He is currently pursuing his MFA in Creative Writing at the University of Arkansas, and is the prose editor for decomP.
Jared Ward
You meet Igor Stravinsky
in a hall - in a hall
and the railing is broken.
Watch for splinters that get lodged
deep beneath your changing skin.
You’re invited to come back,
though Stravinsky never did.
To be honest, Petroushka, I never loved you.
where did he go,
igor,
to find his spring?
is there, buried deep in the heart of mother russia,
a spring with dancing maidens
and ice breaking from the top of the sea,
grinding and crunching like the breaking of bones?
what do little boys remember?
there are singers and there are dancers,
buried deep,
and there is a spring that comes to a cold land,
breaking through ice,
melting and destroying
to create.
where did he go,
igor the inventor?
and what do little boys remember?
it was there, in the heart of mother russia,
a spring with dancing maidens,
(there are singers and there are dancers)
and ice breaking from the top of the sea,
grinding and crunching like the breaking of bones,
melting and destroying
to create.
once they become famous for the riot of their work,
old men are always asked,
what do little boys remember?