What Rough Beast | Poem for March 25, 2019

Sean Bolton
Wassailing

Everything said is its opposite
half, harp-spun: the strange
passion of drawn time. Fast-
falling suppliant, a two-bit
Sunday attrition. On knees,
soft pulpits of undone scarring.

Surface dreams perfection in
divots. Soul is supplement
and mirror remains a dance of
bones. Rise you stone through
carpets of hope and history.

One insomniac dreaming, I
parallel spill to the dead.

Sean Bolton is the author of the chapbook A Passion (Gold Wake Press, 2010). He holds both an MFA in Creative Writing (Poetry) and a PhD in Literature from Arizona State University. His poems have appeared in Prism International, Mad Hatters’ Review, and Otoliths, among other journals. Bolton teaches in the English Department at Santa Fe College.

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