Axe Handle Collective is proud to present the work of the N. Portland, Mexican-American poet Robert Basilisk, we will be posting a previously unpublished poem from his “chapbook in progress”, The Eternal Jukebox of the Heart each Monday. Robert Basilisk is a Visceral Realist. Enjoy!
For Lorca
Empty Horses
carry me past
a cloud of
wounded crows or
dead butterflies
strung up on silver string
from a tree
with olive-green leaves
and each
leaf is an archer
and each
arrow is the moon.
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