archive of an unmarked grave by Bryn evans

This piece was first published in Quarto’s 2019 Spring Print Edition.

 
Illustration by Cameron Lee

Illustration by Cameron Lee

 

The suggestion of a body}
a                          cord                         necklace,

teeth
                                          the smell of muscadines

a limb
the repose of a soul










} It’s displacement
   It’s memory

loose,                               now tight, tight her or
                             him
                             a choke her or
                             him,
                                                    a call her or
   him

dull white bullets
                      or stones or seeds

like gas burning

a brown branch bleached blanche

   a shriek of purity, catching
                                                                                                                a ghost with a busted lip
                                                                                                                a laugh that bleeds onto
   that limb
                                          charred back
                                          charred black

a crowd screaming mercy