Holy Beard,
Harden transfixed, crowd agape, fingers pointing. Sometimes greatness falls upon us. We bear its weight, bruise even, extricating ourselves, even as we try not to miss the moment. O rise! O pitch the air-filled world up and through, up the tally, make it / us / all meaningful! (Some pay no attention, wouldn’t trouble themselves to slide a finger into the bloody rent. We won’t concern ourselves with such as these, we who believe.) Devon Balwit This poem was inspired by a viral sports photo by Carlos Gonzalez, which was then compared to Raphael's artwork above, and other ancient paintings. Click here to see the photo and the story. Devon Balwit writes in Portland, OR. She has five chapbooks out or forthcoming: How the Blessed Travel (Maverick Duck Press); Forms Most Marvelous (dancing girl press); In Front of the Elements(Grey Borders Books), Where You Were Going Never Was (Grey Borders Books); and The Bow Must Bear the Brunt (Red Flag Poetry). More of her individual poems can be found here as well as in The Cincinnati Review, The Stillwater Review, Red Earth Review, The Inflectionist; Glass: A Journal of Poetry; Noble Gas Quarterly; Muse A/Journal, and more.
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