Poetry by Sam Antony Soza

 “Rhesus”
an Ovillejo
             By Sam Antony Soza

diphthong escapes pit of despair?

lowing prayer

 

borne ended life touch ablated?

isolated

 

doctor gnashes red monkeys clawed?

to a deaf God

 

Lord of lords - ears, eyes, mouth maraud

mine. not mine: wire-faced motherhood

cut your meat. for you’ve understood

lowing prayer isolated to a deaf god

 

 

“a little anniversary”

             By Sam Antony Soza

 

twenty fifty nine: i’ll truly be able to say

i wasn’t less than i am

 

seventy five years of age, i’ll send out cards:

“mathematically, i died

 

exactly thirty six years and ten days ago.”

(from the time of this penning)

 

on what day will they say about me: “never

for as long as we've known”?

 

one year down. and in a further thirteen thousand

one hundred forty nine days

 

i’ll wake up and open the blinds to say:

i wasn’t less than i am

 

and it will be true.

 

 

“Molar”

             By Sam Antony Soza

 

maybe our earth could be flat,

bicuspid and loping throat-ward

to forget last swords;

 

plows shared, then returned

to human hands; creatures

groaning rather in partnership

 

as we go up to search the stars, willing

one       single       cell,

while outside the giant magellan

 

a viscacha rustles chilean saltgrass —

warm, blooded, cells uncountable sand;

we were never alone.

- Sam Antony Soza is a latinx graphic designer born in Roswell, NM, and raising two beautiful children in Columbus, OH. They are a recovering Army veteran, a writer, a nerd, a Christian, and so on. Right now they are probably driving around listening to angry punk rock and contemplating ways to live a more consistent life ethic.

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