No Body
Surely there’s a shore
where no bodies wash up
except for the purest
grains of sand.
There must be a river
that runs uphill
and a road that lifts
from the earth to spiral
with the galaxies.
Wonder too if no body
held us up, if winds carry our dust
to a crossroad without signs,
not to an end but to a choice
where we might go all ways at once.
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Robert S. King edits Good Works Review. His poems appear widely, including Chariton Review, Kenyon Review, Midwest Quarterly, and Southern Poetry Review. He has published eight poetry collections, most recently Developing a Photograph of God (Glass Lyre Press, 2014) and Messages from Multiverses (Duck Lake Books, 2020).
