Still this Ground Speaks

Jul 1, 2023
1 min read
By: Kyle Brogmus
Westbound wandering peoples ploughed these
plenteous fields; tilling bones crushed beneath
expansion, like Celitic corpses fertilising ample Alps;
a death enriching slough furrowed with war’s
wreckage where raging echoes rattle off a languid durge.
Bodies buried bloat atop their mass mulled over lost
to memory, and I lay down upon their grass to gaze on
frothing clouds that pass; a plume of peace, a
movement that is still.
Kyle Brogmus is a writer and performer. He cowrote the play Flesh and Blood and is currently working on a
nonfiction philosophical/ theological book inspired by the writings of E.M. Cioran.
When he’s not writing poetry he’s thinking about writing poetry.
