Hail the Cosmos

From the shores of Arecibo
a digital moan climbs –
Is there anybody out there?
relentless as fear
broadcast to the night.
Drifting over somnolent drones,
a blueprint on binary wing –
Are we all alone?
Streaming into stygian vaults,
the tread of light years ring –
Is there anybody out there?
Radio waves lap the strands of Gliese
where fallen stars cluster –
those deep space seas where battleships muster.

Ryan Stone

First published by Wolf Publishing July, 2015

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A Murder of Crows

Dusk is the time, all mottled
and thin, when her blank eyes rise
to stare in a way I know
they cannot. Six feet of soil
covers a secret; daisies
tell of old plots. A grave smile
worms its way, twisting through thought;
a knife blade biting cold flesh,
slicing through the haze of years
to an olive grove in shade.
Such raucous cries, a murder
of crows circling, disguise a
demise in vines far below.

Ryan Stone

First published in Black Poppy Review May, 2015

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