If It’s True We Harmonize
Let’s say it was mere theological lace,
the souls flame retardant fabric of choice
unraveling from the stadium’s miniature suns
on men in tight pants worshiping pain.
Would parishioners whisper in Victorian tongues
about sex with bodies they barley lived in
while sweaty paramedics screamed all clear
as the bulb blew out in their chests?
Heartbreak is one thing. Darkness another.
Sirens, a hymn, they both sing.
Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His poems are forthcoming in Plainsongs, The Cape Rock, Artifact Nouveau, Gyroscope Review, Magnolia Review and Kestrel Literary Journal. His book, Waxing The Dents was a finalist for the Brick Road Poetry Prize and will be released February 2020. danieledwardmoore.com.
