April 19, 2014

Wm. Todd King

For the Faith

There is holy water under the staircase,
and a porcelain crucifix dangling from a clothes tree.
Its stock in trade is a paved promenade,
and it carries you
past the Loop-O-Plane, the Ferris wheel, and bumper cars,
and so often in fiction,
plodding in unbroken silence.

Erasure poem from: Finegan, James W. Emerald Fairways and Foam-flecked Seas: A Golfer's Pilgrimage to the Courses of Ireland. New York: Simon & Schuster, 1996, pg. 203.

Wm. Todd King is a poet and regulatory compliance supervisor living in Kentucky. He is the recent finalist in the Found Poetry Review’s Dog Ear Poetry Contest, and a participant in 2013’s Pulitzer Remixproject. His works have appeared in STILL, NOIR Erasure Poetry Anthology, Socio Poetic, and Life's Vivid Creations.

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