The man sheds everything and steps
out of his bones into the newly born light.
It’s morning, and there’s nothing of maleness left,
nothing of marrow, nothing of the small stories.
Pure being breaks among the birds,
becomes wind, becomes storms,
becomes the field grasses
weathering a history of droughts.
What will happen to all these energies
tied to passing forms?
Who gives instructions to the forge
The man reassembles as a woman
in a dress of dark flowers.
She steps back into the shadows.
We people the cemeteries with ourselves.
Seth Jani lives in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). Their work has appeared in Chiron Review, The Comstock Review, Common Ground Review and Pretty Owl Poetry, among others. Their full-length collection, Night Fable, was published by FutureCycle Press in 2018. More about them and their work can be found at www.sethjani.com.