Carve out my tongue
I will taste your wind
Slice off my ears
I will hear your waves
Gouge out my eyes
I will see your red sun setting
Tear off my fingertips
I will touch your stones
For I do not need the presence of your solemn grandeur
as it perishes along a silent lakeshore
In the ashes of our ancestors
inside two hallowed bodies
my love for you
is a senseless prayer
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
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