The Adirondack Review
Sorrowland


                           "Where words leave off, music begins."
                            — Heinrich Heine


I wear the farmhouse, a thorn crown set ablaze
with notes and peacocks, bone and gristle.
Fear has no name, not in the halls of officers.
Their children set pace, count the rows of
country homes where women tumble on banisters,
the tricky ankle's turn.
I have no words for them.

Puberty turns a boy into a man - but what ceremony
is his? The trousers and blade to neck, careful shave taught
by stern fathers.
Looking in, a boy sees the man with the new mom,
her noises not unlike the peacocks
in the yard
on summer nights.

Girls are in the bloom. How their yellow hair shines, wrapped
in blizzards and soot. To become a woman, what ceremony
will do them good :
forced believers cradling rabbit's foot.
And wonder,
the stinking promiser

will come into the house
now
that they inhabit.

I wear words about us, you know,
the spinning of gold
into straw by small hands. Only,
songs begin in his hold, the demon’s throat,
pushing out life
where poetry's dead lips
sealed for good.

Aleah Sato







The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
ALEAH SATO is a marketing manager and co-owner of Ricksticks Inc, a visual communications firm in Toronto. She is the author of the recently released book Badlands and the forthcoming Stillborn Wilderness (Pooka Press 2007). Her work has appeared in Nthposition, Wicked Alice, juked, Blue Fifth Review and Eclectica. She can be reached at www.aleahsato.com or through her blog, Jane Crow Journal (janecrowjournal.blogspot.com).