Moonlit Slabs of Light on a Hernandez Church Floor a cemetery is lit by the light of the moon, while time stands seemingly still, lamenting a timeless value, which covers the empty floor in a shape of a dying face, the hollow bell knells solemnly for the dead to linger there, to be buried again hollering is the reason for the isolation of solidarity-- a tragedy that befell the dead, the decaying reason has taken their chance beneath a standing tree made into crosses, the mountains are alive yet they appear dead, there is no willful purpose, while a fly sit humming on the sill and ants gather, to confirm the time is still ticking, that light gleaming on the floorboards, never ends the ceasing shadow —but it does —but that light is beyond the dead
Crisosto Apache is from Mescalero Apache Reservation in New Mexico (US) and lives in Lakewood, CO. They are Mescalero, Chiricahua Apache, and Diné of the Salt Clan born for the Towering House Clan. They are Assistant Professor of English and Associate Poetry Editor for The Offing Magazine. Crisosto’s debut collection GENESIS (Lost Alphabet) stems from the vestiges of memory and cultural identity of self-emergence as language, body, and cosmology. Crisosto is an Associate Professor of English at the Rocky Mountain College of Art & Design. They hold an MFA from the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe, NM. Their latest collection of poetry, GHOSTWORD, is available now through Gnashing Teeth Publishing.
This poem is from South Broadway Press’ new anthology, Dwell: Poems About Home. Purchase here.