Upturned, by Grant Geary

I came upon a deer

That lay across an obscure path,

And the light the elm trees lent

Fell like three streams of champagne –

Effervescent, precious –

And so marveled at the beauty

And the stillness,

Its glinting chestnut coat,

The lean athletic lines

Of leg

Of spine

But

Drawing near

Heard flies

And, with my toe, exposed

The orchestra pit

Black,

Pulsing,

Rotted rubble of a church

Beneath white flying buttresses

Of bone

And all the champagne faded,

The beauty mocked and spoiled

By the jeering upturned wound.

I walked away reflecting

On the love I turned with you

-Grant Geary

Featured in Vol. 3 Iss 4
Featured in Vol. 3 Iss 4
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