by Mel Sherrer
If there be a god anywhere in any form
trinity or serpentine, many minds or arms,
reach from the sky or wherever you sit,
press down on rubble and amputations,
touch fingers to ground, rebar and blood,
rumble your creations
into a ceasefire—
touch the leftovers, apply your balm. Though life is fleeting as it is, don’t let it go like this,
make life inch through time, generations meeting in pinched folds, make life seem long.
Mel Sherrer is a poet and performer who received her B.F.A. from Hollins University in Roanoke, Virginia, and her M.F.A. from Converse University in Spartanburg, South Carolina. She currently works as a curriculum developer, teaches courses in Performance Literature and Poetry and serves as the Pop Culture Editor for Sage Cigarettes Magazine. Find her work and more information at www.MelSherrer.com.
