The mask of fear rests in me A coward's mark of Cain But mark me once and no more
perilous (pandemic) AUTHOR John Corey
I'll mark myself in time
If fear is not what you see I beg you, look again I'm the thing that you abhor I am my only crime
Cotton masks with grins beneath The fear has held them too Crunching down within their jaws The worlds they hold from us On their doors a cotton wreath And blood painted anew Mistletoes and rabbits' paws The night is perilous John Corey is a structural engineer from Phoenix—about the farthest thing from a healthcare professional one could be. Growing up with scienceheavy curricula and attending school at ASU for engineering, Corey has spent much of their life far from publishers and literary magazines. Regardless of the seemingly disparate vocations of writing and engineering, poetry has appealed to Corey because of the piecemeal and puzzlelike nature of it.
10 | APRIL 2020
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