BIO: Max Thrax lives in Boston. His stories and poetry have appeared in Bristol Noir, Shotgun Honey, and Versification. God is a Killer (Close to the Bone) will be published on May 27th, 2022. Find him online at www.maxthrax.com and on Twitter @ThraxMaximilian
NUMISMATICS
Some fall through history
Stillborn
Never grow legs
Or wings
Or even
A layer of skin
Pages of Tacitus
Eminent statesmen
Professional virgins
Bad thieves
Bite and scurry
And hide
Yet find
Their hands nailed
To the Senate door
When the tree dies
It becomes a coin
When the coin blackens
It turns the roots
Earth that is
No earth
Life that is
No life
Fine life
Where all coins
Are counterfeit
Where life
Only breeds
Below
Above
Only waits
To die
HOLLOW SHELL
Last photos
Of you
Dark
Drawn face
Long
Half-melted
Now in town
I recall
Your blue tracksuit
As you sniggered
At my new girl
From the steps
I recall
We watched The Devils
Wasn’t it funny
To someone
Who flayed herself
A little
Everyday
You called
Roommate boiling crack
I laughed
Revere Beach
Drowsy hot
You handed me
A hollow shell
I threw it back
Wish I never
Threw it back
THE GENERAL
The general spits
And sometimes
Speaks
He says
Wear a mask
With a hood
Hide yourself
You never know
Who’s about
I listen
Grind my teeth
Eventually spit
And say
Nothing
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