Erik Fuhrer

Requiem for Split Bones

I. angels

steel
saints
wrap flesh
round burning
wings built like ship sails
offer us blackberries at dusk

II. massacre

split
bones
hairlipped
snapped thin sharp
as a shard of star:
under floorboards the spirits rise

III. last words

Dear
god,
Bullets
plus strong wind,
the sounds of footsteps,
millions of angels to burn me
with their wings when I finally turn ice in this cold

Bio

Erik Fuhrer is a graduate of Sarah Lawrence College and the University of Glasgow. His writing has previously been published in From Glasgow to Saturn, ChicagoPoetry.com, The PN Review and he has work upcoming in the Shot Glass Journal. He has also published critical essays on Virginia Woolf and is an occasional reviewer for the Oxonian Review. He currently resides in Long Island, New York.

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