Arsenic Lobster poetry journal |
Issue Forty-three April 2017 |
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happily feathered in the forest, a girl Melissa Eleftherion We came to the woods to get quiet the tree’s roots a guide We run a feather along the rough bark This election this landmine We follow the crevices to find our footing The echoes of silence unsteadying The burned out hollows before us Portentous & catching A fire of fingers & torqued coral An effigy of hands reaching up We entomb your gravel song We trump your nightmare ash We milk the roots A chorus of tree bones Fierce joy is the only way out |
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