Wow, I love this poem. Though seeming very small and specific in the details on the page, through its words and images it pulls in a great expanse of space/time and of humanity, acting like a lexical event horizon at the center of an emotional field. It is beautiful and powerful, and just a little terrible, out of all proportion to its size. Is it a prime example of a new poetry, a kind of quantum poetic shaped by the digital discourse of our post-atomic world, or is that just me?
“Helium”, a new poem by Marika Brooks