Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-nine
Winter 2015
To La Niña de los Peines
Caleb Beissert

The voice
              rings out in Granadian streets
The voice
              a pair of bleeding wings

The voice
              like the azan from a minaret
Blue voice
              of a million hillsides
Green voice
              naked in the morning rain

The voice
              gliding above the arachnid guitars
Voice of light
              twisting into darkness
Her voice
              a romance of water
              that goes across the sky with
the moon

About Caleb Beissert

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