Canticle. a poem by Riley Bounds
published in March-April 2018 Issue

At the tail end of the earth

there’s some landfill

of songs and screams

that were

all carried

in the jaws

of strays

and buried where

our relative

inclinations,

ennui,

meet the cosmic

and sift into

the aurora

ebb,

and it’s still lost

on me

whether I’ll

remember

from the pirouetting

particles

the glass

I’ve crushed

underfoot

or the futility

of every

levity,

cadenza,

but I doubt

I’ll mind

since all strays

die alone

anyway.

About the Poet: 

Riley Bounds was raised in Alex, Oklahoma.  He earned a BA in Creative Writing from the University of Central Oklahoma and is currently pursuing an MA in Philosophy from Talbot School of Theology.  He plans to do doctoral work in theology.  He resides in La Mirada, California.