Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Forty-three
April 2017
 
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

About Melissa Eleftherion

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