A Brief History and Chronology of St. Polycarp of Smyrna, with Woodcuts, as Published by Belial Watson, Stoke-on-Trent
Robert Beveridge
The rose bushes around your hut
have grown wild for so long you
no longer remember what topiary
animals they were carved into. All
you remember is that while sand
erodes almost anything, water
erodes sand. Water, the secret
weapon in every game of Jan-
Ken-Pon ever waged, yet one few
combatants are desperate
enough to ever play. You stare
out the window at the tangle
of thorns that force the shutters
to stay open, try to identify species
of dragon by their curves.
You wonder when the royal guard
will come along, set the whole
mess to the torch. You put a pot
of gruel over the fire in preparation.
Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in The Virginia Normal, Credo Espoir, and Chiron Review, among others.
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