Blood SongMy loneliness solved imagining God cut too. Our confusion, our soft violence. The Mississippi in one hand. Our loneliness erased by its endless flaying: iron ore & clay crimsoning the banks gaped wide. Watch the slow unearthing, the warm ache. This is our communion, you & I. If you give me a river, I'll give you a blade. John Allen Taylor's poems are published in Booth, Nashville Review, Zone 3, Muzzle, Rhino, and other places. He currently lives in Boston, MA and serves as Redivider's poetry editor and Ploughshares's senior poetry reader. He grows vegetables and brews kombucha. Say hello @johna_taylor. |