we crown the stratosphere our new messiah
briars gnaw and hem the clang
of music pleating fields in two
digital suns rise behind a flock
to harvest glitches in its hatching eggs
fathers grow up to be war criminals
maps project renewal into a corridor
of rusting factory parts which give
sustenance to centuries of
lament for slaughtering swell
heaps gone undescribed as
gut cud spit into bile dens
but shells crest in fractal waves
washing up to lick the land
with ghost tongues a choir
sung out to voices’ mute sterility
Joe Rupprecht
Joe Rupprecht is a poet living in Philadelphia. His work is published or forthcoming in New Delta Review, Peach Magazine, Soft Surface, Witch Craft Mag, SAND, Moonchild Magazine, Epigraph Magazine and elsewhere. He tweets @heterofobe.