To The Brothers
As you kill
a young sheep rests
in a wetland of mother sheep
And as you kill
your brother’s eyes sing to you
eyes of candles glinting
in a church’s stained glass window
And as you kill him
his eyes watch you
strangle the softness from him
And you both lie there
in ancestors of reeds
the cattails of Cain slither
against your white wet calves
And as you kill, your brother
swallows the last syllable of the trees
he is swallowing the last syllable of the trees
Meaghan Quinn is an Assistant Poetry Editor for The Tishman Review. She holds an MFA from the Writing Seminars at Bennington College and has studied at The Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, MA. She was nominated for Best New Poets 2015 and a 2015 Pushcart Prize and was a recipient of the Nancy Penn Holsenbeck Prize. Her poems are forthcoming or have been published in Heartwood, r.kv.r.y., 2River, Adrienne, Triggerfish, Free State Review, and others.