Glass Poetry Press

Volume Five Issue One

Austin McCarron

Landscape of Reason

Behind chrome plated forests there is a stump of light and bright is the flame of its inner machine. Hot as a roast the meat of its gleaming fist. On tours of air the destination silence cherishes. Its heart trembles like wood. Plagued by doubt, its greatness of spirit is revered and its life is a song poured out of concrete furnaces like a cast of wires. The land is sweet, full of religious smells. Out of roots of chaos, springs of water, wearing caps of snow. On legs of blood a journey through gates and passes, where trees with animal fur over time begin to thaw.