Photo by Ian T. McFarland
Let earth hum its answering music
from notes thou comest, to notes thou shalt return.
Let violence cease in the concert hall, &
silence. Sing “I’ll Fly Away,” sing blues—
love you so, “Baby, Please Don’t Go”—
sing rock, folk, funk, or jazz with words.
Let night not cover us in grave melodies.
We require breathable air & one sleek commercial jingle—
how it sells forgiveness;
how percussing bullets tap our feet.
Ace Boggess is author of three books of poetry, most recently Ultra Deep Field (Brick Road Poetry Press, 2017), and the novel A Song Without a Melody (Hyperborea Publishing, 2016). His writing has appeared in Harvard Review, Mid-American Review, RATTLE, River Styx, North Dakota Quarterly, and many other journals. He lives in Charleston, West Virginia.