you go bats
in bone dry
dry flood
of night light
night night
there’s no need
now now
to be so shy
come and feed
the banquet
in the tower
the table set
w/ black flowers
(the pollen
is rust)
& great eggs
cracked open
a silver plate
and bowls of blood
raise the ghosts
from holes
i cut in the floor
holes i cut
with a sword
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Steven Turrill is the author of five books of poetry and the editor of Pine Peak Press. He lives in Los Angeles, CA. You can find him on Instagram and Twitter @turrillsteven.
