Read the title poem from the new collection, Postmortem Say, by Amanda Newell (Poetry ’17)

Postmortem Say


Could say crimsoned limbs

and blood moon glass shatter, say

he was chrome smoke, the night 

diamond-flecked, say the cause

was exsanguination due to blunt

force trauma from a wreck,

say too many contributing

factors to list. Or say the truth,

which is to say: it was dark,

we never saw each other,

say by the time we did,

it was already too late,

the loss total.