The exegesis of all outside, on the porch
Us three in faith agreed life would end in fire,
For we began in water—piecing together pieces
Of the book we browsed through. The earth is
Crumbling under blankets of its own tears,
One of us said. Then the porch was shot,
From someone who spotlit a blank in their book,
Revenge, remission. Come what may, we were
Saying. Come what may, he said, shooting one
Of us, the genesis of earth’s crumbles, its fire.
Two of us speculate, when did destruction take place—
With the two men, when the man came, when despair
Burned itself alive in our skin, during cremation, or war,
And like a bullet, she must have run, to prove us right.
Prince Bush is a poet in Nashville, TN with poetry in *82 Review, Cotton Xenomorph, Ghost City Press, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Mobius: The Journal of Social Change, Pleiades: Literature in Context, SOFTBLOW, and elsewhere. He was a 2019 Bucknell Seminar for Undergraduate Poets Fellow.