I made the gods into bone
dolls, with hollow eyes
and they danced around fire
with witches made of straw inside
we gave them prostrated meat
until there was nothing
laughter
in a winter, now here, I heard
prayers which sounded like crying
and mistook complacence for
salvation, visiting me like a cramp
just let go of thought and drown
or float
there is no heaven
Alex Franco studies Written Arts and French at Bard College, in upstate New York, but his heart is in the south. He can be reached at af6329@bard.edu.
8 Responses to “PAGAN FEAST • by Alex Franco”
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February 2nd, 2010 at 3:59 am
This is visually arresting. Good work.
February 2nd, 2010 at 11:41 am
Well done. I like the subtle use of ancient archetypes.
February 2nd, 2010 at 5:29 pm
This is a talented budding poet
February 4th, 2010 at 12:19 pm
Wonderful imagery and tone.
February 5th, 2010 at 4:47 am
Chilling and thrilling at the same time! His poetry never ceases to delight!
February 5th, 2010 at 9:57 am
Your imaginary flight’s to find ones self has always been inspiring.
February 5th, 2010 at 1:42 pm
Powerful poem. Keep them coming. Love the ending.
Gelia
February 11th, 2010 at 9:50 am
Alex-good to see you representing the Southern poets well.