You are greater than America
and more rich in pleasure:
I want to trample you
with wild horses,
sow you with a thousand
brilliant blossoms.
I want to savage your heartland,
swallow your peninsulas,
tongue out your
sweet found gold
like a slippery smile
in rich black earth
– true I have no steel or thunder,
only murderous small hands
to till and tumble you,
unearth your loveliness –
this world has no provenance
but is found and kept.
Margaret Wack has had her work previously published in Strange Horizons, Liminality, and Devilfish review, among others. More can be found at margaretwack.com.
–Art by Ashley Holloway