at civil war/depth of field
by KOFI ANTWI
in Spring 2020
Heather Polk, Ease My Mind, 2019
at civil war
the house of morning,
an unholy sermon
affluent garbs
—men who prey,
blessed before mother’s
intuition, harnessed; as
evergreen sculpture,
the season shapes—
less storms,
harbored within—
what falters,
parting rivers, amongst
bickering brothers,
conflicted; as contrived
narratives – we succumb
depth of field
evening descends, a colorful graffiti
collage— emerge, revered by artists,
an invasion of space, in surreptitious
showers, by rivers they sang—
fragments of love &
light falls dim, shallow tears,
our island dissipated, weeping
streams quiver the body in absences –
we must act, as a tumbling
tide attest to who you are
peering amongst amber sunsets or
rise as our hearts fall victim
to who ware are not
Kofi Antwi, is writer, English professor, and graduate of St. Joseph's College MFA Creative Writing program. Luna, Rise Up, Gumbo Media, Kalahari Review, Breadcrumbs, and Rigorous have published his poetry. Kofi has a forthcoming poetry chapbook with Kattywompus Press titled Tidal Wave.