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Three Poems by Elizabeth Kate Switaj

Road Signs <and Prophecies>

  raise up your name in lights
                                      in plastic fire
named across highways where
vans & buses slip cut-off
                         near collision or

                                                         Seven died today
                                 staring at your name
                                                    customers     eternal
              continue market plan




After Last Mutation

  devoured our enemies
and then began to die

Headaches were the first to go
public   symptoms in our tribe


         were not tribes
    until Waste set in

                sending sands untended streets
and gutters filled with acids strips of meat

             liquid on torn edges
quarter to digestion ' quarter to rotten

                           set off symptoms ' made it hard
                        to see who'd been infected   could infect

fled our steel & glass
in companies termed pure

                        (last use of technology
                           to prick & test

             until we had to hunt

                          and then begin to die

bears must have eaten

                     our spoiled kind

                                       deer the bled-on grass




Under the Weather

these crystals to congeal
              in six-point feathers from sky require
           something to cling to
                                  to be called beautiful by you

                                  and their most active nuclei
            spot leaves brown & halo blight
us who live where   you planted us

                     and your biggest problem

is whether to drive


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Elizabeth Kate Switaj has two books of poetry forthcoming: How to Drink a Floral Moon from Blue Lion Books and Magdalene and the Mermaids from Paper Kite Press. Her chapbook, The Broken Sanctuary: Nature Poems, is currently available from Ypolita Press. When not writing, she teaches English at Shengda College of Zhengzhou University in rural China and edits Crossing Rivers Into Twilight. Check out ElizabethKateSwitaj.net.


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