Boar Song

Boar Song

By Desmond White

I want to write a poem about
how ticklish my wife has become
in the year since we married.

How the disappearance of hands
fills her with gremlin croaks—
How fingers whispering over flowers
releases death-hymnal,
the war hog,
trilling of the earth,
from bleached bone
to sealed lips.

She spears my chest
but nothing can stop
the gash of her grin,
bristle of tears,
boar song,
tusk glimmer,
that goblin madness
with human semblance.


Desmond's fiction has appeared in the Tishman Review, HeartWood, Theme of Absence, Whatever our Souls, and others. He holds an MLA from Houston Baptist University, where he founded the student literary magazine Writ in Water, and he's the editor-in-chief of Rune Bear, a magazine that publishes the strange and speculative. Des lives in Sugar Land, Texas. Follow him @desmondwrite.

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