Holly Day’s most recent poem to appear here was It Would Be Easier to Think of White Knights (February 2014).

Again, Under the Sun
By Holly Day

flower bulbs and bright-colored beads
dead civilizations mark the path
crumble under our feet.

battered skyscrapers that loom like mausoleums
forgotten long before the end of the world.

take to the road. tilted blue street signs
sunlight glints through the hollowed-out eyes

we load up our post-apocalyptic fortunes
for headless mannequins wearing scant threads of fashions
streets built wide enough for ox-carts.