Glass: A Journal of Poetry Volume Four Issue One
Louis Gallo
Mercy
Don’t probe fluorescence
or polymer or the crowded aisles
of Legget’s Department Store
after Labor Day.
Get out of Colorado.
Avoid Mecca and Stonehenge.
Mercy is a loner, shy and frugal.
Look to the empty stairwell
between stories, back alleys,
a lonely boiler room
or dusty attic.
Here it will come,
meek as doves, fire on its tongue.
Squeeze into a crawl space
and keep quiet.
Surrender the one mean bone
in your body.