Poems
Day 41
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.