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Cosmic Child

Zachary Dankert, Indianapolis, Indiana, USA

 

“Extinct,” at the time, was not 

in my vocabulary (“Exodus,” 

 

“Paradise,” and “Parable” 

were close, rising cruxed 

out of the Pelagic.) I was 

a child, and words 

 

like this create their own puncture, 

become known by the whistle of 

 

escaping air like a kettle. But 

I didn’t believe there were pink dolphins 

in rivers, even when people spoke

 

of God as if he was fleshed

under the current. Names are poetic, 

which means names are useless;

Saint Helena swamphen, Pyrenean

 

Ibex, Splendid Poison Frog and 

Spined Dwarf Mantis. How could I

have been so foolish, thinking stars 

 

were species pilgrimed 

stretched end to end to the next 

universe over? What became of 

 

Christ in me? My child-

hood bedroom was angles and 

window panes trapping night 

 

to identify under a microscope, 

in one cell of horizon I found 

water from the Yangtze River and 

glare from Philippine skies and 

 

I swallowed it all for myself, retching 

it up in the morning. I was afraid 

to ask my mother, what she might say 

about a bellyful of wrongdoings. 

 

It is a wonder how much can become 

currency, teeth in the wrist, golden

bull men in the eyes,

 

but there was a time when I was a 

fiddlehead fern craning over 

the garden bed, sniffing in all 

the muck. 

 

Day filling the breath between 

liturgies, another useless gesture.

 

And I’m maddened by

prayer, which is always an act of 

the faithless; at night I pray

 

to the god who was spared then 

sacrificed by Abraham, yet 

there are numerous stars in the sky. 

 

My last act of childhood was

to watch out my window 

the Basilica carved out of 

retreating twilight plop over 

the edge of the world. 

 

Cyprus Dipper, Caspian Tiger. 

Now I am prostrate before 

Epochs, and stare only 

at the ground.

 

Zachary Dankert is an aspiring creator living on unceded Miami territory known as Indianapolis, Indiana. His published work can be found in The Fourth River, Breakbread Literary Magazine, and Tofu Ink Arts Press, and is forthcoming in West Trade Review.  

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