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Spring 2008 • Vol. XXX No. 2 • Poetry |

Equivalents

Concerning equivalents:
            lost amid
the Roman catacombs, a priest will halve
his candle flame
         until one glow doubles
and redoubles on the tongues of terra-
cotta pots—
       a lesson the split earthworm

learns, as he stands twice the chance of being
split again:
       a wise move to reproduce
for two worms slither twice as far as one,
which explains
        why warheads unlock themselves
above a cityscape, thus brokering

a wider
     higher bloom—
              their sanguine hues

and party stars spread throughout the ether.
Are fewer survivors
          what this division
equals? How does such backward algebra

apply to the holy
          whose wafers, cracked
in eighths, constitute a body, though whole

ones add up to crackers? Furthermore, how
am I standing here,
            by-product of bi-
furcating cells, each one teased in two till
too many pulls
         spelled embryo, and one
final tug divided me from other

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Derek Mong is the author of two poetry collections from Saturnalia Books, Other Romes and The Identity Thief, as well as a chapbook from Two Sylvias Press, The Ego and the Empiricist. The Byron K. Trippet Assistant Professor of English at Wabash College, he holds degrees from Stanford, the University of Michigan, and Denison University. His work has appeared in the Kenyon Review, Blackbird, Pleiades, and elsewhere. He and his wife, Anne O. Fisher, received the 2018 Cliff Becker Translation Award for The Joyous Science: Selected Poems of Maxim Amelin. He blogs at the Kenyon Review Online.

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