The Calling by Ag Synclair

all of this
is a simple
call and response

 

a nod
to some church
in our deepest south

 

or, perhaps
to chuck berry
either way, imagine

opening your mouth
and there is no sound
imagine the quiet bones

 

of snow, scattered
wall to wall in that church

                        wall to wall in that church

our own antiphony
still unfinished