gospel: a cento
for samiya bashir
in. past the harbor. past the docks. beyond all ships. further still.
to ice cold water, salt and
liquid lead: floor to ear to inside
here is where we tear the screams
my own staccatoed tongue
a tincture dying each breath blue.
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Check the post that inspired this poem.
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The lines in this poem all come from Samiya Bashir's collection Gospel,
specifically from these poems (in order): Body surfing, Now rise up, and get you over the brook, Just in case, Here. Now., Revelations, I can get through the night alone.
2 comments:
Great stuff!
You must be a micro surgeon to stitch those pieces together so seamlessly!
Thanks Stan.
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