Mar/Apr 2016 • Vol. XXXVIII No. 2 PoetryMarch 1, 2016 |

I Want Verse Taut

From the Slovenian.   I want verse taut as bamboo buffalo's anathema, the hard planks of satan snails' anathema, the slackness of giving in to wars worms! I want a hunger carpet at heaven's door I want fanfare, splendor, kneeling the priest's service, blindly shaking the flocks I, a king, want sanctity for the slaughter from your hands, a pillar for the abyss I want a scepter, a gift for the black mouth dry cracking pretzels, the silk of lilliput I smell mattresses on rusty hooks brush in my arms, I smell wounds in screams breads anathema, the layered grains of dead tribes ants drowned in marshes, nailed moths travelers & sailors, juniper, holy ground I crush the rubble in souls, drink glory

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