Caterpillars

by Christopher Suda

The vein caterpillars up,

sucks it down through a glass

straw, then we vanish. Its bliss,

by the mean of memory can not

be resurrected, only performed.

Perhaps no different from death

since itself, too is unimaginable. Others pick

and choose but I can’t.

Angels visit through the doors, observe

the war, (discuss the next) then move

on by foot—wingless as always. While

leaving, one articulates ‘effort’. Farther

wins out each stretch.  The photograph is said

to depict a sturdy image of time—So will I.

CHRISTOPHER SUDA's poetry has been published in blazeVOX, Wilderness House Literary Review, The Aura Literary Review, Poetry Super Highway, The Wayfarer, Danse Macabre, Drunk Monkeys, and other literary journals. Christopher is currently a twenty-four year old undergraduate at the University of Alabama at Birmingham. He is a musician involved in three current music projects: Philos Moore (singer-songwriter) In Snow (Instrumental), and Loveislight (Experimental Hip-Hop).