← v17n2, Fall 2018
Poetry · Volume 17, Number 2

Blood

Everything red has some of its properties

carnelian alizarin a lake like other lakes

translucent and fugitive

After muskets armorers made gates and hardware

Running for our lives became track & field

Civility among the warlike never caught on

as did bathing in flags and fabrications

ritually dipping an arrow to remind the shaft

of its purpose