Ars Poetica
Jaydn DeWald

     

I prove                      as pale as
   nothing,             her arms—
explain                      beseeching
   nothing,             the night-
but only                    birds,
   gather                 the night
witnesses,                 itself,
   gather                 beseeching—
victims—                    Hush,
   the sea                I tell myself,
as vast as                   hush,
   the sea,               I hear
her arms                    something . . .

//   Advance   //