By: Jimmy Symington IV
THAT THERE IS SOMETHING
I SHOULD REMEMBER TO DO
I drain night
for its ashes.
I baptize salt
to store the sun.
I gather what
little bone is left
under my feet.
what have you been
doing with all this time?
with all this time?
I have named years
with my hands
as I ground feathers
with my teeth.
I clothe the air
with words,
and watch myth
accept Earth.
POST-APOCALYPTIC CRIMES
we must put to sleep
the last heart,
to obscure the purpose
already lost in our eyes.
only to be balanced
by annihilated curiosity.
all the figures yell into the sun
which serpent whispers now?
there are maggots in the kitchen.
spit will close our dimension
still hunt at my back.
I am a criminal,
and the apocalypse, over.
Jimmy Symington IV holds an MFA from Columbia University where he was a poetry fellow, and a BA in philosophy from Stony Brook University, where he received the Socratic Legacy Award. He is a contributing poetry editor at American Chordata. He currently lives and works in New York.
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