Welcome to “Poetry at The Arts Fuse.” A new poem every Thursday.

POINTY WEEDS DIE HIGH

yellow haze descends    Nude on a Staircase

multiple and wanting tea    no loss

from nerve’s map    grass spikes lit by anthem

fire tending the human    hidden

in hollow of the body politic    light breaks

a warm egg over the globe    at the brink

of kings    brandishing breath and fist of frost

did we think dresses plugged into summer

and maple green would save us     sacrifice

for electoral weather’s chintz and chime

leaves blown to the leaf blowers’ will

and chippers’ smithereens   gone summer fawn

bring-on dun does in scarce    come snow

underline the straggling      cover the news

let blackthorn hex    switchgrass force

blade edge reason to open and exist

how dead can things be before we believe

Note: Hey poets! We seek submissions of excellent poetry from across the length and breadth of contemporary poetics. See submission guidelines here. The arbiter of the feature is the magazine’s poetry editor, John Mulrooney.

— Arts Fuse editor Bill Marx