“Burnt Offerings” by Zachariah Shaskin

There was paradise waiting
at the lost and found
next to an old pair of shoes
and a dinner jacket worn
with holes in its pockets.
Reaching passionately into
core of unerring intent,
burnt offerings
bare livid marks
imprinted on our hearts.
Seal of salvation
branded upon our souls.
Flooded with an ocean of thought
we swim outside the box
leaving paradise with nothing
but a transient name.







Zachariah Shaskin is an outlaw poet roaming wild over the prairies of North Dakota. He is rarely seen, but sightings have been reported sporadically, usually after sun down on the new moon.