Cease-Fire – a poem by Erika Kanda


Impotent and haunted shore
heavy cask whose faults are mine
are we only bone Pangaea
doomed and bound by birth to split?

Held in fluid and suspense
full of fear and mortal gods
what becomes seductive faith
when neurons call a truce?

When the harbor is not safe
and numb is not a feeling
who among the sum of us
hopes to be the first to burn?


Erika Kanda lives in Northern Virginia, USA with her partner. She loves hot press paper and all things speculative.


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