Whole townships flooded as prodigal hosts
survey ruined Decoration Day wreaths—
and as I never could help but count the ghosts

in TVA lakes, their basin museums reefed
with antediluvian husks (a schoolhouse,
tobacco hooks, two ox-tongues), strange priests

wavering rusted fronds in the Cumberland,
its sediments eddied with curls traced tight,
so each morning tefillin garlands

my arm, the shadow-strapped tail of some kite
adrift on this Pentecost’s tally of winnowed
tares thrown weightless, abstract in the sun’s light.

Logan Wall

Logan Wall's poetry has recently appeared in First Things, America, Atlanta Review, Hollins Critic, and Vita Brevis Press and his essays and book reviews in Modern Age, University Bookman, Arc Digital, and Kenyon Review Online. He teaches at the University of Michigan.

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