Moonlight Part 2
The moonlit hills, silvery sentinels
guarding the silent
desert. The jagged
mine mouth, a black
hole into twilight
zone
Tim’s voice changed,
pitch higher.
When I hurt
my hand in the mine, something
remarkable got under
my skin something
begun to change
me for better
I know it is connected to a great plan
set in motion billions years
ago out among stars
there is substance in this mine
allows a human change from mortal into a god
I am being transformed
into a creature of the universe
What do you think?
I think you need to go back to the hospital
This is a found poem. Source: Pike, Christopher. Hollow Skull. Hodder, 1998. Page 75
Her will
Transformation inevitable
She has grown great
now, difficult
with words
cooperate for
your own sake
you’ll understand
everything soon
head slurped back
she saw stars grin
demons
This is a found poem. Source: Pike, Christopher. Hollow Skull. Hoddler, 1998. Page 76.
Originally from the hilly corner of Ohio, Mark Allen Jenkins’s poetry has appeared in Memorious, minnesota review, South Dakota Review, Every River on Earth: Writing from Appalachian Ohio, and Gargoyle. He recently completed a PhD in Humanities from the University of Texas at Dallas and currently teaches in Houston.
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