by: Monica Mills
what lack is had in great escape?
not adder nor eagle nor minnow
but rabid here a lonely bird
and there it goes hoisting some souls
into outer eye of god
its shadow sovereign fleck of dust
in dauntless eternal sea
framed phallic, tarred white
full of flame and greed and hope and loss
falcon heavy bends this world or other
in man’s blistering touch
staining at edge of unknown
with that it stole from home
About the author
Monica Mills is a Jamaican-American writer and poet. Her work appears in The Anthologist, The Normal Review, The Quiver Review, and The West Trade Review. Monica enjoys rainy days and ginger tea.