Where We Once Burned
Now it is a harkless moon,
Drowned near the chapel where we used to pray;
You can still see the bones of carousels,
Spinning slower than ever—still enamored with constancy;
The dust of a stale ale collects in my throat
Liquor of my home—beauty of before
When the verdant stalks forget to be green
Instead they burn—we burn as we remember
Our darling lost kingdoms, kneeling
Softly against trampled ground
Heads bloodied and bruised to
The faceless men who let Nobody
Stand upon cursed realm.
ALLISON CHEN is a writer from Queen Creek, Arizona. She has been published or forthcoming publication in Paha Review, Canvas Literary Journal, Shine: Best Arizona Teen Writing of 2016, Brush Talks Magazine, The Writer's Slate, and The Coleridge Bulletin. Her work has been recognized by the Scholastic Arts and Writing Awards, Mount Mercy University, Skipping Stones Youth Honor Awards, Friends of Coleridge, and the Live Poets Society of New Jersey.