Construction Literary Magazine

June 2019

Post Babel

Post Babel
Photograph via Flickr by Carmen Jost


Your word for “peace” is my word for “carnage.”
Your word for “change” is my word for “leveled.”
My word for “moonlight” is your word for “dread.’
My word for “meet” is your word for “flee.”

I made a sign with my hands while sheltering behind a tree,
one hand cupped, the other hand
thrust out from the belly:
hope
what else could it be
what else could it be