by Robert L. Ferrier18 Sep 2014
Erased art lives in a shadow world
cut stanzas of first draft poems
digital photos deleted
like that shot of the goose at the pond
leg tumor forcing a looping gate
loser in the race for thrown bread
or our ill conceived e-mails at midnight
flawed judgments consigned to nether worlds
excised at the speed of light.
Yet these rejections reconvene
a caucus of radical delegates
to a conference of unelected
into a Joseph’s robe of many colors
more felt than heard or seen.