Vesseled Poem by S.J. Goldner
Vesseled
in the
dumb city dawn
i am witness to the brutes
with their false copy-cat personas
that they bought two-for-one
down at the corner store.
i am
illumined and drawn
to the sun, as the pigeons, the poppyknots
vibrate the subterranean movement:
a division deep under ocean.
today
—is a day made of poems made of glass:
tinted, cut, stained, jeweled, sculpted,
fused, flasked, blasted, blown, shattered.
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