by William L. Alton
The Sky was Full
mother carried me in her stone belly. The sky was full
He will be a boy of words
She washed me with a vodka tonic.
died of a stroke before I could remember her I’ve found
black Bug has died again. The Bug dies a lot.
kneel behind it like obstetrician catching a babe.
are more than a teacher now. You are a messiah
rise from your feet
will follow and camp
William L. Alton started writing in the Eighties while incarcerated in a psychiatric hospital. Since then his work has appeared in The Oklahoma Review, The Red River Review, Poet’s Corner and Whalelane among others. He earned both his BA and MFA in Writing from Pacific University in Forest Grove, Oregon where he continues to live.