Richard Magahiz
A line of prayers
Seven doves strung across a wafer-thin moon
not bothered by the vacuum and the lack of trees
while idle years ferry away all the ones
we have lost. Their wings like blades at their sides,
wandering warriors begging all day for their fare,
settled down waiting for sleep to steal it back.
If next week or in a millennium they are gone,
just ask the moon about her acolytes in grey,
whether they still sit and stare sideways
at the creamy light dripping down, straight down.
Bio
Richard Magahiz tries to live an ordered life in harmony with all things natural and created but one that follows unexpected paths. He's spent much of his time wrangling computers as a day job but is now working on a way to center life around other things. His work has appeared at Star*Line, Dreams and Nightmares, Sein und Werden, Chrome Baby, Bewildering Stories, and Abyss and Apex. His website is at https://zeroatthebone.us/