Ryan Walsh

Just off the Dry Fork Road
a cave
offers cover from a storm

I can’t see to see

But the dark

Anything can happen
in the dark

Life in the sea-bottom sulfide
of hydrothermal vents

an upstream surge of semen
toward the fallopian tubes

the bank where the last elk
was killed

The last


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Here

I knew that we would all
disappear
one way or another

A sleeping secret
tucked in my brain

like an aneurysm

Little black moth
waiting to take wing

Posted 12/30/09