The teeth of the Hindu Kush
Surround us
A tiny base
Sitting in the mouth
Of a laughing God
My own life feels significant
But all my aspirations
And potential
Are barely topsoil over the dregs
Of Empires past
Laid beneath
Another layer
Of snow
Blanketing
Mountains
Amy Sexauer is a poet and author of Poppies, published by Dead Reckoning Collective, from which this poem was taken. She is a West Point graduate who spent nine years on active duty in Military Police and Psychological Operations units. She is currently a graduate student at Harvard University. Follow her here.
The Parlor is back—this time in a brand new home at 139 Main Street, Beacon! We’re kicking off the season with a bang (and a whole lot of absurdity) with The Bald Soprano by Eugène Ionesco, translated by Donald M. Allen.
Tickets are on sale now.
Opening night: May 9th at 7PM.
See you there.