The Iris Calamity

A Poem by Willow Kang

That island in the sky is not

for lofty dreamers, nor for tired devotees

it comes in gashes of violent blessings

I watch from the edge of an aimless boat

in my insurmountable immortality & 

transient glories

this thrumming pile of aspiring fledglings:

a nation of iris

spiteful hearths, pallid capitals

let me be swallowed, tide by tide

in the engulfing druggedness

of boundless hoping