By Andrew Demcak


They arrive demanding scalloped clouds.
My angels, the winged allegory
of pale feathers, HIV drawing blood.

O red, Father Earth, is this the story
of replacement? I am pricking my thumbs,
smearing distant torsos and steel eyeholes.

Friends alight, reliable as mirrors.
Their power, glory: ten nails driven in.
See? Their bones were given, nursed by stars.

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ANDREW DEMCAK is an award-winning poet and novelist whose work has been widely published and anthologized both in print and on-line, and whose books have been featured at Verse Daily, The Lambda Literary Foundation, The Best American Poetry blog, and Oranges & Sardines. His fourth book of poetry, Night Chant, was published by Lethe Press, 2011 and nominated by the publisher for both the 2012 Lambda Literary Award and the Thom Gunn Poetry Award. His other poetry books are: A Single Hurt Color, GOSS 183::Casa Menendez Press, 2010, Zero Summer, BlazeVOX [Books], NY, 2009 and his first poetry book, Catching Tigers in Red Weather, three candles press, 2007, that was selected by Joan Larkin to win the Three Candles Press Open Book Award. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Lambda Award, Thom Gunn Poetry Award, both the California and Northern California Book Awards, Best of the Web, and others.

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