Of Violence and Art -- A Poem by B. A. Oard

[Yet another forgotten poem from the mid-1990s.]


Of Violence and Art


the sound beneath the skin, the cry
from ancient wine;
sunlight's jagged fire

on the surface of the sea


sussurration of a mountain stream
creams a crevice hidden in the trees


a bone bleached white and beached
by leaving sea...


Feel its fist inside the heart,
feel it clenching, pounding

free