Avalanche Over Me (for Maya Lin)

You are the blaze of marine stars Piled high in a corner Your pyramid is sharp and rounded Lay me on your beech dunes As we float, on conversation supple and smooth like silk While our breaths float and bounce Captives in bubbles of the thinnest thought Black thin lines frame our faces Yours, serious studious methodical smiling Mine, agape questions rolling across features Tell me how you did it Toadstools surround us Nodding in cherubic agreement Small... Read More

Harvester

A man farms men A great sickle sword Harvests bodies bales limbs Binds one upon the other upon the other Battle a great threshing Arms wheeling a combine And low there the bodies fall Clanking of armor and bloody leather Burbling cries and last long moans Eyes raised and then roll back Amidst the fleshy division of muscle The crushing halt into bone The sucking pull of the wound Being released by the blade The grunt the roar the barbarous bawling That... Read More