November 2013
/Consecration by Kirk Westphal
I am the fallen hemlock
beside the trail
with the dry rot pulp and moss breath
and the naked ribcage of my sins
spindling outward at incomplete angles
remembering the heavy lattice
of their green-black days.
Please, as you pass by,
break off one branch each day.
Snap them to the trunk,
in pieces if you must, leaving nothing
so that one day I may rest here
proud as a mainmast
or as the noble elegy
of some great spire.
By day, Kirk Westphal works on water supply plans around the world and has written many technical articles on water management. By night, he writes poetry, memoirs, and fiction. His poetry has appeared in Dunes Review, The Road Not Taken, National Public Radio, and the chapbook Lines in the Landscape. He is also the author of the book Ordinary Games, scheduled for publication in 2015.