1. A fragment of one’s self left behind.
Seen as a plaque emblazoned in bronze
marking the spot where heaven fell
& crashed into the ground,
Seen as a plaque emblazoned in bronze
marking the spot where heaven fell
& crashed into the ground,
or a divine road map, like
pins connecting threads of time
across dimensions,
backwards and forwards,
their routes only visible
when in tandem with others.
pins connecting threads of time
across dimensions,
backwards and forwards,
their routes only visible
when in tandem with others.
2. A force unstoppable, cradled in cobwebbed
cases of gold or silver, untouched
by time and space. Or, maybe,
touched too much by time and space,
instilling otherworldly qualities
deep in the grime of the bones
sanctified by suffering. Stress
fractures repeatedly stagger
those faithful few. Those hallowed.
cases of gold or silver, untouched
by time and space. Or, maybe,
touched too much by time and space,
instilling otherworldly qualities
deep in the grime of the bones
sanctified by suffering. Stress
fractures repeatedly stagger
those faithful few. Those hallowed.
Pilgrims flock to see
dried locks of hair,
a sash, a few
flasks of blood,
a severed head,
an inside joke.
dried locks of hair,
a sash, a few
flasks of blood,
a severed head,
an inside joke.
Martin Hopson is a poet, musician, and educator from West Chester. Pennsylvania. He is an associate editor for Peach Velvet Magazine, and his works have appeared in Panoply and Daedalus. He holds a BSEd and MA in creative writing from West Chester University of Pennsylvania. He has also twice been selected to participate at Poetry by the Sea, a global poetry conference.
