Collective Unrest

 

21 buried sunsets

August 29, 2018

for France & Lebanon, following the terrorist attacks

a.    it becomes

          violence


b.    a border

         sings

      a prayer

         of negation


c.    too late


d.    a scarf

         layers

      a bloody neck

         in

      diseased warmth


e.    nobody

       looks at the ground anymore


f.    there is

         no ground 


Michael Prihoda lives in central Indiana. He is the editor of After the Pause, an experimental literary magazine and small press. His work has received nominations for the Pushcart Prize and the Best of the Net Anthology and he is the author of eight poetry collections, most recently Years Without Room (Weasel Press, 2018).

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