In Mind by Ellie Onka

catalpa, heart-shaped and boney
your daddy died years ago,
in redress of his mind, where I leave
my fingers on the stone,
and I’ll never see him, he is just a rock
he is just a worm;
you’ve been in my mind
but never knew me,
I tire; death
is half the stradivarius of the birds
and their strings of gut
than it is mystifying or 
to limb
by limb
and the shadow of their men.
The root of rock
tree limbs near 
Anchinia cristalis
their moth wings
in arias
and woodland 
mincing and misplanted
in raw-boned eulogy after eulogy
and I’ve never known him
this man of earth, of war
and weedy cypress, lizards
and their fluted skins
married to the wind;
phantom epistles
from Vietnam
fed by labored tumuli,
plummeted fingers into the ground
fall and drown, fall and drown.
Photo by Efdal YILDIZ on

About the Poet:

Ellie Onka is an emerging poet who has publications appearing in Visual Verse, Oxford is my Home Webzine and Spillwords Press, while forthcoming in two anthologies. She has many cats that consider her crazy, and when she’s not writing, she is losing sleep over it. Onka is the owner and founder of Lucy’s Works: A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.

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