they came wearing the bodies of children
car, the few scattered and motionless birds, carried off the mountain and sky until the world was empty. Then they turned to her, loosened the front of her body, coaxed her out, and when they asked her how she felt, she smiled, though she couldn't just then remember why.
Tim Carter lives in Syracuse, NY, and graduated from Syracuse University's MFA program. He now works at a regional theater helping to facilitate arts and music programs from students K-8. Find more poems at www.thcarter.info.