Main Sequence

The space between is filled with big things.
Ancient and empty bowls carved
with unlimited edges, honed in a furnace
that burned out long before we were born.

While we live we circle, grabbing the tail
of the elephant in front; maybe it’s a snake,
or a whip, or a rope that keeps us all
from falling off the mountain as long as

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Trapper Markelz

Trapper Markelz

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Trapper Markelz (he/him) is a poet who writes from Boston, MA. His work has appeared in numerous journals and publications. Check out http://trappermarkelz.com