Poetry by E.J. Mathews
There, at the end of everything
bodies birth bullets and ghosts
grow flesh. Liquid steel freezes
into stone and trees sink into soil.
Planets fling themselves thin
until they are dust and stars
suck light through fission.
Gold races towards a black hole
to become heat and light.
All knowledge learned will be forgotten.
Rusty wrecks repair themselves to
mint condition floating upward
through the dark water into the light
kissing the air.
E. J. Mathews has an MFA in Creative Writing from Hamline University. He is from International Falls, Minnesota, and has previously published pieces in Mistake House, rock, paper, scissors, and TeenInk Magazine.
