James Underwood – Five Poems

by James Underwood

Claw

 

Carapace,

claw

 

had to

be

 

word fit

to you.

 

Greener Being

 

Drawn rise of days

within me, hair

fallen out,

 

my head a fungus and

infection –

 

I found your greener being

living on my body.

 

Release

 

You craft your own

 

release, snaking from my

 

belly, molting

 

unbidden, I

 

follow.

 

Traffic

 

Wood-smoke and throats

of animals, flesh

in traffic –

 

Sometimes they nail a bat to the table

so you can buy it.

 

Wane

 

I’ve grown into pitch,

the gag of a black

strangled motion

 

lost touch of the light that’s run past the wane

of horizon

 

& swallowed myself

 

tamped

what remained into

molar.

 

Notes on Author’s Work:

As well as these five poems, more of James Underwood’s poetry can be found in the inaugural December 2012 issue of Eastlit as well as the May 2013 issue of Eastlit.