“I was honestly concerned he might lie
about the nature of our meeting”
Comey before Congress
My chest is frozen, Frost Island.
In the face of God, there is no kiss
going for the coins & the prisoner
because yesterday he stole
the light that was leaving us.
I have returned shattered
by the snappers from your coast,
the ones inhabiting your other shore
―distinctly to the plate & to the chair
you gave us at birth, but it’s not over.
The cold darkness in your pantry,
the naked man that only thinks
of eating a piece of his own agony.
My chest is frozen
before the naive Archer of light
& the downpour of rain,
stag of the Fatherland.
Sergio A. Ortiz is a two-time Pushcart nominee, a four-time Best of the Web nominee, and 2016 Best of the Net nominee. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in FRiGG, Tipton Poetry Journal, Drunk Monkeys, and Bitterzoet Magazine. He is currently working on his first full-length collection of poems, Elephant Graveyard.