still life in necromancy | Poetry

Leslie McIntosh

What makes the dead turn  Beyond decomposition  Is mystery is radical is  Teleportation is a man coming  Back to life is a toddler falling  From a playground swing  Zenith-spat smartly into mud  Seeing all around lose her  In descent puddle and dirt find her  A worm forced from home by rain  Wriggles closer to her ear saying  Baby is a deer knowing no  Language but understanding  What it can safely...