Mark DeCarteret

FEASTS/Week 18

st wolfhard
as homely as stone,
any bone of any horse:
a path well-galloped

st brieuc
two coins lent my eyes,
one last breath phrased by my mouth:
in death joined by sighs

st athanasius of alexandria
pink tongue slipped by me:
fire talked back into body
where the lungs play dumb

st james the less
overdosed on prayer
they found what was left of you
knelt well beyond knot

st florian
how’s it your skin which
once put me in mind of smoke’s
now awoke, soap-white?

st judith
the violent light’s died:
what I thought was meant for my
eyes was meant for night’s

st ava
heart's solely absence:
lead me out baby-stepping,
one just reaching shore

Copyright © 2010 Mark DeCarteret
Mark DeCarteret's work has appeared in the anthologies American Poetry: The Next Generation (Carnegie Mellon Press), Brevity & Echo: Short Short Stories by Emerson College Alums (Rose Metal Press), Places of Passage: Contemporary Catholic Poetry (Story Line Press),Thus Spake the Corpse: An Exquisite Corpse Reader (Black Sparrow Press) and Under the Legislature of Stars—62 New Hampshire Poets (Oyster River Press) which he also co-edited.  Last year he was selected as the seventh Poet Laureate of Portsmouth, New Hampshire.  You can check out his Postcard Project at