in the theater of night 
in the theater of milk 
in the theater of lost mouths 
in the theater of ruined eyes 
in the theater of documents 
and treaties and non-
aggression pacts and pacts
of aggression and contracts
for new warheads
in the theater of law
in theater of weeds
where is the end 
of the world’s skin 
and the beginning 
of your own

	    
this word draws groundwater 
into itself

one word, then crowds

Meredith Stricker | Everything That Has Black Sounds >>
Contents | Mudlark No. 54  (2014)