by Rickey Rivers Jr.
Ravenous eyes,
Recollection of moments which seem so long, ephemeral
Bits of branches lodged within maws.
Feathers and crawlers swallowed with gnaws
“The great chew,” so called.
Bones left behind, as if only skin and flesh worthy.
Hair much the same, forming a follicle hill
Stupendous chill which peels bark from trees
A natural disease, intangible form,
soon swarm, those who move with might.
Night becomes day, disappearing of sight.
Rickey Rivers Jr was born and raised in Alabama. He is a writer and cancer survivor. His work has appeared in Perhappened, Crepe & Penn, Nymphs (among other publications). His third mini collection of 3×3 poems is available
now at amazon.com/dp/B07VDH6XG5. On Twitter @storiesyoumight.
