Adam Hughes’s ecstatic poem is a celebration of love and the natural world.
Horizoning, tonight my thoughts stretch
and reach further than these ten-mile-away
hills. To love is to lay inside
a deer carcass.
If all of our loves were embalming agents
is decay and decomposition.
When smegma clogs a horse’s teets,
love is the hand to clean where they can’t reach.
Among the Assiniboin, sky buried lovers
reach out to one another
through a galaxy of dead
What do prophets know of love?
Come, stand on the streetcorner and shout,
“O Great Love! Our hearts
explode with excess magma! The end is love!”
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