two lemons on bowed 
branches —

if they were perfect 
they would not be 
so beautiful



death has hollow eyes 
and holds a flower
like a fever it pulls 
the bones 
of the body apart 
when the body lies down 
death rises 
like a lamp
across the field

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