Who has ever been in love?
Mobilize the shepherds.
Raise the fume of sighs.
The child asks why in neglect’s night, declares unfeigned union –
still, at 48, that night.
The anger is: I did it, I do it, I claim catharsis as if Carthage were saved
by its sacking, or arson a candle’s consummation.
The great confusion: when professions of love meant Run, boy –
for my life …
Poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.
Bio:
Shane Neilson is a poet, physician, and critic from New Brunswick.