They think it’s like plucked barge strings
though sound lands nowhere.
poking through poultry leather.
All that is left is calyx
to burn in the sun
and take its lazy drift
down the Styx,
or Milky Way.
About Timothy Tarkelly
He has an MA in Theatre (Drama Therapy) from Kansas State University. His poems have been featured by Whisper and the Roar, Paragon Journal, Lycan Valley Press, Aphelion, Poets & War, and Fourth & Sycamore. He works for a non-profit that serves survivors of domestic and sexual violence.
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To read more check out Cauldron Anthology's Issue 3.