Axiom

Once the sun tanks into hostility, hundreds
May freefall. Vessels of later years,
Traversing the surface of the flood,
Crave iron & candles. Liquids dart
Into the tunnel.
Once spring spins toward exit,
Stress shifts to the powerhouse. Carvings
Interrupt the route with boundaries
Behind the field. Nobody radios in
Six months
Before the critical guard.

Poem by S.D. Dillon

Image by Adam Strong

S.D. Dillon has an MFA from Notre Dame and lives in Michigan. His poetry has appeared recently in Bloodroot, The Phare, Antler Velvet, ephemeras, #Ranger, Canary, and The Shortlist: Best of BarBar 2024, and is forthcoming in MORIA, Southland Alibi, and elsewhere.  He can be found on Instagram at @sddillon50.