The Flayed Man / And You Stop in a Stranger's Field in 1542

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You ask for directions. You stand in the broth-colored hill, being told:

                          This is how you go.

 

               The soughing in the grasses. At once

the company of the farmer is erotic. It is the eroticism

of the old friend’s silhouette bumping up the path

high in the new place.

 

               In the diagram, the man’s hand folds

on the wand of the dagger. The sporty fond lean

of the man, the operator of the human device.

Muscles marked with the letters of talk

like the little air dropped from a flute.

 

Blue egg down in the nest.

Hearing from the farmer.

 

               You see him in wonder.

He thinks you have not understood. Tenderly

he says it again, pointing.

Jeff Scott Lane has a BFA in the study of Graphic Design from for Virginia Commonwealth University. He has mostly worked in bookstores but spends his free time still dedicated to his art be in in the form of writing, photography, music, block printing, video, or what ever medium best suits the project.

Elizabeth Atherton is a writer and artist living in Los Angeles. Her poetry has appeared in American Chordata, Berkeley Poetry Review and Salt Hill Journal amongst other journals.

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