Black Lodge (water)
Joshua Powell
Beryl smudge of spruce
The guardrail grin of West Virginia
Hex of a fog on Davis lawns
Like a blossom, you collapsed in on yourself
But what is the death of the body to a God without one?
Forgiving your hippie daughters
(there are pictures of you in uniform)
Reciting components of engine parts
Or singing “Kaw-liga” on the front porch
And Robert’s mowed the lawn
“Like shit he did,” says Dora in a rage
And Jacob and I build our lexicon
Two young brother bears
Bound to freeze in Christmas trees as one
Running it off into coal country
Weekender at Blackwater
Mother is somber on the phone
My cousin tells me how she saw Jesus
And now how he won’t leave her alone