Everything’s opposite
of how it should be here.
Dark egrets trace a bright swamp
full of alien Asian once-
pet pythons – captives released
by well-meaning misunderstanding.
of how it should be here.
Dark egrets trace a bright swamp
full of alien Asian once-
pet pythons – captives released
by well-meaning misunderstanding.
Sawgrass teeth spaces grow wider,
trying to sustain their smile while crooked
snakes infest each gap, growing fatter
off native species, ill-equipped victims
of wide jaws and expandable bellies
they pass through, large lumps consumed
by the unexpected unfamiliar.
trying to sustain their smile while crooked
snakes infest each gap, growing fatter
off native species, ill-equipped victims
of wide jaws and expandable bellies
they pass through, large lumps consumed
by the unexpected unfamiliar.
Skinned knees of Bald Cypress protrude
their injuries above water-level,
exposing the hurts we all feel –
scraped, scratched, shat-upon spires –
reminders of a swallowed ecology,
a time before airboats and politics.
their injuries above water-level,
exposing the hurts we all feel –
scraped, scratched, shat-upon spires –
reminders of a swallowed ecology,
a time before airboats and politics.
John Davis Jr., a Florida poet whose work has been published
internationally, including recent appearances in Steel Toe Review, Deep South
magazine, Floyd County Moonshine, and Touch: The Journal of Healing. He is also
finishing his MFA in creative writing at the University
of Tampa
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