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Brian Komei Dempster: Three Poems

Selected by Alexis Rhone Fancher, Poetry Editor

Son Sutra

Boy of stars, sun inside, fallen without a sob,

Rest against me, bending sunflower, still the flutter,

Ease your head, son, it’s late,

No way to before, your skull shadowed and sunlit, turn,

Deepen us with your shadow words, muted son, say dad

After me, your scattered sun petals, our sutra

Nightfall, I gather you, my bruised son.

*

At the Park

an invisible rope pulls

back his head

and a hand rips
the blue sheet of sky.

At the edge of his
world, I make out

his torn voice:

Papa, my eyes

open

the rest of me

closed.

*

Shephard Psalm

Prepare for enemies:

Warm your feet

from dirt’s grave-cold, uncover your voice,

the words flying out like leaves

 

into gusts of their rage.

 

Dissolve the fist’s stain on your face

 

and the rope

 

around your wrists.

Lie down

 

in the beaten dark,

 

near pastures green and

unbruised,

 

the salt raining down

your blood,

restoring

 

dusk’s ragged edge

 

to smooth plains of

terracotta slate,

 

your gold-straw hair

 

igniting the wick

of pink dawn.

 

You shall not want.

*

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