Poetry from Taylor Scott, stephanie roberts, Steve Klepetar, and Brandon Marlon.
In the boneyard of isms seamy maggots
infest middens while roaches underrun rubbish,
nibbling yet unnourished.
Brittle because drivel, femurs of theory
jut out from plots like afterthoughts
as the corpses of vacuous concepts
and overwrought pseudo-systems
arrive, splayed on tumbrels, with punctuality.
Weightless, carcasses are tossed unceremoniously
in unmarked mass graves, befitting their inutile nature,
before being overlaid with dirt to stifle the stench
and obscure the rigor mortis contorting flimflam’s limbs.
Remunerated mourners intone monodies
halfheartedly, for they never understood the dead.
Hesitantly encroaching from the outskirts
are the deposed charlatans themselves,
erstwhile purveyors of pearls,
now denizens of oblivion bereft of pretense
for the first time in living memory.
With outstretched fingers they reach across
the railing, grasping at gossamer, damning
the inconstancy of sycophants and ephemeral prestige.
Brandon Marlon is a writer from Ottawa, Canada. He received his B.A. in Drama & English from the University of Toronto and his M.A. in English from the University of Victoria. His poetry was awarded the Harry Hoyt Lacey Prize in Poetry (Fall 2015), and his writing has been published in 200+ publications in 27 countries. www.brandonmarlon.com.
© Brandon Marlon 2018