Nones
by Peter Munro
Sing when all the horseflies sing of meat.
Twitch your skin eleven times and bare
for us. When all the air wavers
with heat, when all the biters wing-
work harmonies and drone
as if to declare provender,
tell us where.
Tell us—
we who are here—
whose cries rise
through the humid—
Tell us
there will be no such
angel chorus, no such
bumbler choir
tumbling hungers
through the thickness
of stillness
to pick spoils,
to open those hymnals
meats hold latent,
to sing.
Peter Munro
Peter Munro is a former fisheries scientist who worked for forty-five years in the Bering Sea, the Gulf of Alaska, the Aleutian Islands, Sitka, and Seattle. Munro has recently earned a poetry MFA at the University of Washington, Seattle. He’s had poems published here and there.