Monday, November 19, 2012

New Poetry by William G. Davies Jr.










December

In the dirt cellar
panes of glass
show light
in Milk-Of-Magnesia.
A steamer trunk
like a sarcophagus
closed then opened
at Christmas
as if the grave
is never sacrosanct
but born anew
through centipedes, spiders
apples and potatoes.
Inside, cedar- redolent
thin as drum skin,
adamant as the
Innkeeper at Bethlehem.


- William G. Davies Jr. 2012

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