a Zodiac acrostic
I never wed black widows
Without an explanation
For consuming their previous lover;
and if I forgive their past,
Shame on me.
But after my devouring,
I’ll reincarnate
Into a body damned to incinerate
From the frag grenade blasts of an endless war, whose
Spiders
Carry
Off
Reposing
People
In
Order
To complete their Armageddon sized and indestructible web.
Detached, indifferent, the gods watch our doom
With amusement and snack food,
And the insincerest condolences
For the gladiators
Fed to the predators’ pit.
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S. T. Brant is a teacher from Las Vegas. Pubs in/coming from EcoTheo, Door is a Jar, Santa Clara Review, Rain Taxi, New South, Green Mountains Review, Another Chicago Magazine, Ekstasis, 8 Poems, a few others. You can find him on Twitter @terriblebinth or Instagram @shanelemagne.
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image: Peter Gutierrez
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