John Vieira


Dawn

The dawn stops dead in its ascent
Spewing flames and sparks below it.
(For the record, for we all know it).

Mooncalf. A mother giving rebuke.
Iridescent blackbirds on roof-ridges.
(These roofs are on our own heads.)

She doesn’t understand this tongue
But receives it in her mouth for life.
(In slo mo, for the sake of illusions.)



 


  

This poem is published in Vallum: Contemporary Poetry 14:2 in PRINT and DIGITAL! This issue also features work by John Kinsella, David Eso, Mary Jo Bang, Elisa Gabbert and more! Plus a conversation with Pultizer Prize-winning poet Rae Armantrout and an excerpt from an upcoming chapbook by Bhanu Kapil. To order your copy, please visit our ONLINE STORE!

 



 



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