6s hang in the door
                                    —Bon Iver

I call each thrush
by true name, I’ve given

As Caym, first brother
to break ranks, blood

Oaths over loaves
goes this graceful predator

Slaying in the name of self-
preservation, serious vanity

Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms

Where, I ask, are my offerings?
Why hast thou forsaken icons?

Yea, Kanye the vessel
Yea, Kanye the voice
Yea, Kanye the connector

Privy to a great becoming

I cover my body in signs
of the times, fallen

In a forged state, mind-body
righteous I am become
this that cleaves souls

Mark Danowsky is a writer from Philadelphia and author of the poetry collection As Falls Trees (NightBallet Press, 2018). His poems have appeared in About Place Journal, Cordite Poetry Review, Gargoyle Magazine, Kestrel, The Healing Muse, Right Hand Pointing, Shot Glass Journal, Subprimal Poetry Art/Music, Third Wednesday, and elsewhere. He is Managing Editor for the Schuylkill Valley Journal and Co-Founder of Wood & Water Press.

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