For all the fatherless children, the lake’s bottom.
For all the children butchered by abandonment
make them somnambulists in heatless nights.
Give a sleepwalking boy a lyre of smoke and a score
he can’t read. Rest, I tell my legs as they march
to the tune of a night terror toward the black
wet’s call. I’ll go in as flesh and come out
as water falling from the bowl of a pelican’s beak.
97 The Paris-American
Phillip B. Williams is a Chicago, Illinois native. He is the author of the chapbooks BruisedGospels (Arts in Bloom Inc. 2011) and Burn (YesYes Books, 2013). He is a Cave Canem graduate and has received work-study scholarships from Bread Loaf. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Kenyon Review Online, Callaloo, The Southern Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, Sou’wester, West Branch, Blackbird and others. Phillip is currently a Chancellor’s Graduate Fellow at the Washington University in St. Louis and is working on his MFA in Creative Writing. He is the poetry editor of the online journal Vinyl Poetry.