Poems

Day 41

By giovanni singleton

in a place beyond
sleep i was on the
ground in

the center of a
circle formed by
half-naked people

their faces covered
with brightly
painted masks

horns curved out
from the tops
of their heads

cowbells hung
from collars
around their necks

and cowbells too
where their hands
should've been.




From Ascension (Counterpath Press, 2011). Reprinted with the permission of the author. All rights reserved.