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Crucifixion - Sam Gilbert

What is pain, really,

but a dove lit on fire

diving into the sky

as water willows westward,

catacombs churn and turn,

highways rattle like broken bone,

and peaches rock

on wooden tables.


Don’t look deeper—

this is truth:


the wind 

shatters glass 

and decides

who wins,

who sleeps.


So, sit out in the sun,

write her a letter she’ll never read,

look up into the bone moon,

and slip into the silver dream

of her soul.


And don’t worry—

you won’t need to tell me

who the fire is for.


Bio:

Sam Gilbert graduated from Pennsylvania State University with a Bachelor's in English Literature & Philosophy. His work has appeared in Litro Magazine and Red Fez.

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