the other broken carnivals
all around are pieces of death
with god ‘s sin
we exit
time melting ambivalence
a corpse celebrated
the last whirlwind
small bodies collapsed and lost
among teeming death
the finality
never discovers the suffering
tombs hold
the sexual ending of virgins
better to drown
than touched our bodies
can’t help us
alive in one moment
of remembering,
breathing their mothers’ breath,
a fatal movement
in birth the flat blue water
gathers together
the oxygen swept up in the blood
for another innocence project
lost stars
blow up like faces isolated
we exit our forgetting
scars scatter like requiems
for the rich
the food in their mouths
the secrets of plenty
Mary Kasimor has been writing poetry for many years and is still looking for her voice. Her recent poetry collections are The Landfill Dancers (BlazeVox Books 2014), Saint Pink (Moria Books 2015), The Prometheus Collage (Locofo Press 2017), and Nature Store (Dancing Girl Press 2017). Her poetry has been published in many journals, including Word For/Word, Touch the Donkey, Posit, Human Repair Kit, Arteidolia (collaboration with Susan Lewis), and Otoliths.