Poetry: Untitled #74 by Oliver Baer

74. So it follows the razor moon

Padding through cloud blood

Gushing from woods into meadow

Obscuring the imprint we made in the grass

Freezing the blades in place

The dirt disturbed in clumps

Marking our movements

A sickle light reaping the wild wind

That made us run

As the sky falls down

We fell to earth

The world’s changes ashes in an urn

Sprinkled about the garden

Golden year dreams filter into cinders

Through cold silver light

Zombie echoes of king’s words

As your hair falls around me in our bed

I reach for a slice of time together

Oliver Baer was the editor for Cthulhu Sex Magazine and Two Backed Books. He mostly writes dark poetry and horror stories with the occasional blog post, review, essay and play. He has two books out: Letters to the Editor of Cthulhu Sex Magazine and Baer Soul. He was the writer for Deena Warner’s Halloween Card project in 2021. He also has a CD of poetry set to music, Gathering Souls by A Conclave of Baer, which became a show in NYC. He can be found on social media at: Twitter and Facebook and much of his work can be found online at tentacularity