in small sections, a poem by Jessica Dyer

From Hoosier Writers 2011 by Jessica Dyer

i.
like so many petals
dropped
peeled apart
at the base
lost in the rotting
world of lichen,
the dead sing

we are the dust
and we are the divine

ii.
we are all stuck—
flecks of skin inside
the black sweater
of a whirling monster.

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