Roman Candles

We are resplendent scores at the other end
of a pyrotechnic star

our sun unhinges our jaws on its rise
from the swallow
a hardboiled egg blown out of its shell

You leak thru the pentimento,
shaggy with resin and crow

the song of the squirrel that popped
on the power lines, the one that no one saw

Kris Hall is a writer and event coordinator for Ogopogo and Da’daedal from Seattle, WA. Author of the chapbooks Dillinger on the Beach (Horse Less Press) and Notes for Xenos Vesparum (Shotgun Wedding). He has been featured in Drunk in a Midnight Choir, DREGINALD, The Monarch Review, Pismire, and theEEEL.

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