C Samuel Rees

Last Days of Small Archangels

Road flares melt the median.
Magnesium clings to yellow
thermoplastic. It is late
& it has rained. There
is a shorthand for disaster
I want to disregard. Rain parts
as if it were fingers & the world
was afraid of what it might see,
but eager to, if a little
sick. We will devour every
beautiful thing & know why.
Rain is in my eyes, on the
exquisite small hairs of my arms.
Skin blends with water like moths who
soot their wings for generations
to survive industrializing
cityscapes. Who know that
luminous is another
word for dead. Who know night
is a dimension of context.
That is enough.

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C Samuel Rees is a Pennsylvania-born, Austin-based teacher, poet and MFA candidate with the New Writers Project. He subsists on a steady diet of ecological texts, scifi, contemporary poetry and horror movies. His work has appeared in Sonora Review, Frontier Poetry, Bat City Review, The Fairy Tale Review, Grimoire Magazine, The Account, The Matador Review and elsewhere.