One Limb

Swim down, sisters, swim
the cave holds bones
hunted by men, one limb

of elder antelope in dim
corners glistens under echoed tones
swim down, sisters, swim

stretch from toes and sing as seraphims
find the tunnel marked by crones
hunted by men, one limb

of animal sparkles in secrets dim
and dark, but useful in the bones
swim down, sisters, swim

find the others, abandon the slim
space you’ve lived within alone,
hunted by men, one limb

ripped from another limb,
rise like aspens from the loam,
hunted by men, one limb

Amy Alexander lives and writes near the Mississippi River in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Her work has appeared in several journals, most recently Mojave Heart Review, Cease, Cows, Mooky Chick, The Remembered Arts, RKVRY, and Dirty Paws Review. Follow her on Twitter @iriemom.