Poetry comic & poem by Catherine Kyle
Catacombs 1
Dieu n’est pas l’auteur de la mort (God is not the author of death) — Inscription in the Catacombs of Paris flesh rends from billowing bone; sea breaks on the lip of the sleeping giantess named anatomy we are here but here is a word filled with eyelets that swallow and exhale gales—gaping, yawning, insatiable mouths that gobble the starlight, stones under their tongues everything sits on the jaw of the world like kids staring down from the top of a slide into an opaque esophagus everything shivers like fur wet with rain but naturally God is not the author of death |
Catherine Kyle is the author of the poetry collection Parallel, the poetry chapbooks Flotsam and Gamer: A Role-Playing Poem, and the hybrid-genre collection Feral Domesticity. She teaches literature at the College of Western Idaho and creative writing at The Cabin, a literary nonprofit. Her website is www.catherinebaileykyle.com.
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