Summer 2008
Table of Contents - Vol. IV, No. 2
Poetry Translations Non-Fiction Fiction Essays
Mathias Nelson
The little boy
picks the little violets
and puts them in a cup
where they will die
within a
day.
The mother
smiles and says
"Oh thank you,
dear!" and
sniffs death's
pollinated breath
while it is still beautiful
and still
there
reassuring the boy
that killing things
is a good
gesture
and the flower droops
while the day winks
behind a cloud
and God blows
farther
away.
© Mathias Nelson