Underground: A Poem by Isaac Duke

By Pointed Circle|March 3, 2017Student Writing|

God pronounced me dead on the scene
He said between these blades of grass
and the songs you have to see
is a cradle and vascular system
and these bones are made out of the rubble
of Jacob’s ladder

This poor thing never had a chance
I heard God say all that about my dead body
He called me a poor thing
and said had I not taken for granted
this wonderful establishment
this bowl of trees and stars and language
don’t forget language!
then maybe I would never have found love

You’ve taken it all he said
All you want is honesty
And the honesty he said
Is silence
A song you have to see


Did you know that the Cascade Campus has its very own literary magazine? The Pointed Circle is an annual collection of poetry, short fiction, and non-fiction. Be part of a grand tradition and submit your work to us by March 10th for an opportunity to be published in a nationally recognized literary magazine! Send up to six pages of poetry or prose with a short bio to pointedcircle2k17@gmail.com.

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