Jessamyn Smyth

Issue #
5
September 7, 2014

Landscape With Dead Beloved


Sometimes, flame.

                     Wildfire.
           Brush,
                     soil itself,
           even snow,
                     even the ice

burned in searing instant.

          Flesh from bone,
bone from coherence:

          this rounded pile of ash,
spinal cord still articulated.

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