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.