I am an effigy to the forgotten notes
left behind by forgotten brains
too quiet to write the words
they so desperately want to say.
I am a bird flying high into the maw of a mountain.
I am books
hammered out of the fire
we all find within us.
I am the eye, the foot, the viscera, the guts
found stitched behind old television sets
in forgotten homes
where our childhood meets death like a gorey dancer.
I am a cup half-full of cold, hard evidence.
Marko Bones
Marko Bones (he/they/it), a puppet of a man, has two degrees and two dogs. It finds itself frequently writing about clowns, taxidermy, death, dying, and the ghost. He was nominated for the 2024 AWP Intro Awards in poetry, placed 1st in prose in “Gilded in Gold” the 2024 edition of the literary and art magazine Argus, and was published in Wingless Dreamer Books’ “Roots and Leaves.”