by Jesse Anger
To mouth this unformed hollowness
where does one begin?
Hands that brush the tall road-grass,
lines that glyph and thin,
channels carved across the palm—
White-rose heart. Beaten ring.
Arching yews. A wing.
The cold castle battlement.
The voice that slowly holed a stone—
the same voice as before
winding round the stair in shadow
winding round the stair.
Here a fool is growing wise
then sentient, then clear.
Knees bent, sin bent, lowered
in a peepshow prayer.
Nothing is still moving here
and nothing is still there.
Far Too Close by Jesse Anger is a composite of Blasted Tree originals and previously published work. For information about the publication history of Far Too Close, please read the Acknowledgements (Acknowledgements & Thanks).
ISBN [Digital]: 978-0-9938364-7-3
Cover Design by Kyle Flemmer - Cover Image by Dimitri Castrique