Verdad Magazine Volume 5
Fall 2008, Volume 5
Poetry by Laura Giannone
The Descent
The globular net
writhing with flocked birds
detaches
floats
away
and they break free
of their sinewy
chains
The birds
cascade
into the sky
bunches
of cut
balloons
White wave
brushes clouds
sweeps the air
breaks over the sun
A windy helix
pulsing towards
the clouds
they twirl
and spiral
stir the sky
A hurricane of birds
the eye
a hole
where all their squealing,
shrieking,
collapses inward
chains
The birds
cascade
Juan Ponce de León en masse
When I grip the pole
Between my legs
Swing upside-down
For a better look,
Every man's face
is a man's face.
BIO: "I am currently a part-time student at LBCC, and am considering a double major in environmental studies and something creative."