Michael Steffen – 3 Poems
He loved football, and the Bills
were his favorite team,
another way of saying
he was angry most of his life

The Dead Can Dream He loved football, and the Bills were his favorite team, another way of saying he was angry most of his life, spending autumn Sundays yelling at the radio then later, the TV, blue neck vein bulging— scrappy bulldog of a man, tossing bromides, goddamning a blue streak. Six inches! They needed six goddamn inches! Why not run the goddamn ball? Jesus Jumped-Up Christ! My mother, used to his carping, sat where she could roll her eyes without him seeing, as he fumed at haplessness. At morning mass, he’d pray for triumph, another way of saying he’d beg God for a Hail Mary. Thirty years working the furnaces at Bethlehem Steel, he never witnessed a trophy hoisted by his goddamn team; and tried to convince me he’d have made a fine left tackle. Instead, he became an old man yelling at parlor shadows, another way of saying he bellowed at shades of himself all those autumn Sundays ago— shade become a husband, a father, but not a fine left tackle, shade dying painfully of a failed heart, until my sister and I directed a charge nurse to make it stop. He Can’t Be Killed by Conventional Means Death is a blank canvas, but who wants to gawk at absence or ongoing loss? Soap writers must know this— what else could explain why some revered homme fatale gets burned in a car crash, shot, strangled, poisoned, shoved into an active volcano, all of the above, and returns to his show? In the real world, he’d perish from a paper cut. Dying puts an end to all futures, but for a soap character, it’s only the beginning. If he were eaten alive by a pride of lions, he’d resurface two months after the actor portraying him underwhelmed Broadway with his lack of talent—maybe as a version of his former self, but only because he’d “lived abroad,” fell into a “life changing coma,” or faked his demise for financial reasons. His TV wife wants to stab him in the neck with a steak knife for keeping her in the dark, but he can’t be killed by conventional means. She wants him to stay absolutely dead, but how, gunshot to the head? People survive those. Set him on fire? Several have escaped that fate, gotten amnesia, then reappeared later in the year— so often, I’ve given up on the permanence of any death, including mine. Until I heard Ted Williams had his head cryogenically frozen, hoping science could someday revive him, the most convinced I’d ever been of a soap persona’s lasting death was Brad Carlton’s on The Young and the Restless— frozen solid under lake ice, eyes wide, his face a petrified grimace. Brad seemed really dead to me. I was almost sure of it. Re: The Dead A zombie and a cheerleader work together to show the town of Seabrook what they can achieve when they embrace their differences and celebrate what makes them a community. – Disney Channel Plot Summary for ZOMBIES, a 2018 TV movie It seems that zombies have evolved. They speak the Queen’s, they celebrate diversity, build on success and cooperate in a future dystopia. It’s the new zombie zeitgeist. They’re no longer metaphors for boredom, oppression, grunting aimlessness, rampant consumerism, economic enslavement, nuclear extinction, the Cold War, civil rights, AIDS, flu, clumsiness, poor hygiene and genital warts. Now they’re metaphors for mutual aid, social justice, reconciliation, dignity in work, sharing the wealth and a healthy environment. Zombies are excellent symbols possessing kick-ass resonance, but mostly they’re zombies. Someone once imagined them gimping across a charred landscape in lukewarm pursuit, hunting us down like slow lions on the Serengeti, lunching on the living, obediently following their genre’s conventions, not standing around representing shit. It’s hard enough living this life without making things that don’t exist in it symbols for things that do. Zombies are not socio-political. They don’t vote. There are no zombie economists, mechanics, doctors. They don’t poop or pee. They have no gastrointestinal pathology. WE MADE THEM UP. On TV, in movies, they eat the world. Don’t overthink it.