J. L. Yocum

A Little Song (#3)

Mourning. Choked and cloaked
as a hung monk. Sky-buried.

Wings a heart-splayed
rain of answered prayers,
folklored antlers, sick-green, rare as

the small alabaster spine
of a four-foot dragon
coiled under glass
in a cloud of formaldehyde.


originally published in Albatross #27