Today's poem is by Philip Sorenson

The Waspmen in the Pines Will Turn to Watch the Gassing

Unbutton my shirt, crack my chest
(Theremin squeals)
and the antlered thing will rise
from my torso's cavity.

Wearing a crown of pelicans
and tallying the sand and stones,
it will fall in the street like snow
and crawl into the oven alone.

Copyright © 2012 Philip Sorenson All rights reserved
from Of Embodies
Rescue Press
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