Amy MacLennan © 2011 All Rights Reserved
Collecting Death, the cleaners will not set foot
here anymore. Like them, like him, like those
who kill those who kill, we do salute
your inexhaustible appeal. Under
such polish, such weight, are no survivors
(Birdsong, footfall, screech and hum), though some
keep moving longer, enough to refuse the salves
from home, enough to prize suspiring us,
bone-dry to outlast the blade …
there are nights he would go now without a fight.
A graduate of UNC-G, Hollins College, and the University of Notre Dame, Mike Smith has published two collections of poetry, How to Make a Mummy (Custom Words) and Multiverse (BlazeVOX). He is an Assistant Professor of Poetry at Delta State University in Cleveland, Mississippi.
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