Gail Langstroth: How to Fill-out your Mail-in Ballot

And I Saw. The Lamb opens one of the seven seals
 and I hear one of the four animals with 
 a thunderous voice cry: 
 
Come
 
keep musts to a low hum—padlock 
the tin shed—keep 
the lawnmower on off
be the first red bird to visit
the empty feeder—feel
loosened leaf mosaic drying 
on dying grass blades
 
Draw
 
from dream’s last chambers/ 
hallways/capillaries—remember
thirst’s microscopic awareness 
how tubular alveoli clear lungs  
and the ocean more tangible than 
what we call visible—washes
 
Begin
 
Darken
 
each oval completely   
   
Seal
 
your moon-ellipsed paper into
secret’s first envelope 
 
To be Delivered
 
the fiery black horse whose rider holds 
the world’s weightless sword of gold
 
Come
 
After the one thousand three hundred and eighty-four 
nights of destruction—Erase
the glass avalanche of lies—Wait
for all seals to be opened!

Note: The opening lines (And I saw . . . Come) 
are from the Book of Revelation 6:1. 

Gail Langstroth is an international multi-media artist 
based in Pittsburgh. Her recent poetry collection is
 firegarden / jardín-de-fuego (Get Fresh, 2020).

Copyright 2020 Gail Langstroth