Poetry 2014 / Volume 45

Subway Gospel — Matthew Ulland

Traveling under ground, always one woman reads Good News, crinkling words— onion-skinned verses; where her Savior speaks, little bloody marks. Man in wool and beard deciphers minuscule squares— scripture buttressed in thick walls of comment. Hard-luck men croon, “Little light of mine, gonna let it…” Three-part harmony. Smirk for a dollar. Once, a monk— burgundy … Continue reading