This poem, “Negroes Lie On Top Of Weakening Levee And Save Day Near Greenville, Miss.” by T. J. Jarrett, is incredible. Go read it. It’s in DIAGRAM 9.3. I’ll wait.
This is the kind of work I want to publish: so pared. Nothing unnecessary. Engaged with things outside of itself. Fierce. Courageous. Transformative. The ending both terrible and eerie. Not provocative for the sake of provocation. Going after justice and beauty. So skilful, the way the initial capitals echo the newspaper headline and force us to see the bodies (like lines) piled on one another.