Issue Three

Spring 2012

 

King Alfred’s Cakes



They cling beneath the dying ash, a troop
of mourners shucked in black. Each year
another cerecloth forms and serves to hide
the primal spore. Paternal growth becomes
entombed within itself; but when exhumed,
the grey concentric feathered rings, once spewed
of ink, rekindle long dead flames again
and raze the ancient tree to ash.

 

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John Nash

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