Even our cemeteries
Are stripped clean of ghosts.
The linoleum light washing off
The thousand-headed stones
And leaving a single cairn.
But the earth is really a simulcast
Of multiple frequencies,
Blue camenae, and green inhabitants
In the green trees.
Not to mention the known invisibilities:
Tardigrades wedged between dewdrops,
The magic of atoms
Conjuring touch in the lover’s hands.
Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA, and is the founder of Seven CirclePress. His own work has been published widely in such places as The Chiron Review, El Portal, The Hamilton Stone Review, Hawaiʻi Pacific Review, VAYAVYA, Gingerbread House, Gravel, and Zetetic: A Record of Unusual Inquiry.