Madagascar Poem by Steve Burke
The island is this: rimmed with trees over centuries the rest gone for firewood unrestrained red clay soil bleeding into the sea That’s how I felt when you left ninety percent gone and that tossed to the breeze ash char the axe-man’s chuckle I still burn hope this finds you as me: out in mid-Ocean smoldering
Steve Burke lives in the Mount Airy section of Philadelphia; has been published in various journals, read at many venues about the area; in 2014 had his chapbook After The Harvest published by Moonstone Press; has two book-length MSS-in-waiting -- 36 Views Of Here and Nothing Doing.
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