Listen to a reading this poem:
The silver knife of the river sliced
Up canyon rocks; slivers of trees,
Appalling shattering of mountain sides
And maple forest, dragged out and down
In ceaseless noise,
That has echoed – is echoing – will echo –
On the viewing platform,
A yellow sign: s.v.p pas de graffiti
Covered with names gouged into the wood
Hacked in
Desperate, also, to leave
Some kind of mark.
C.E. Collins is a Morris-dancing, shanty-singing English teacher who writes. She knows most of that isn’t very cool, but she’s fine with it. Some of her poetry and short stories have been published in Sudo Journal, Not Very Quiet, Animal Heart Press and Between These Shores Books.