“Tadasana” by Eric Raanan Fischman

And I the mountain covered in the black

and blooming night, ringed with fires from crown

to crotch, who spoke his secret name in flown

orange leaves and the clash of horns, on tracks

and in trenches, digging up bones

to become the bones, the continent's jagged

shoulder, skeletons of presidents

and kings, come now on legs of molten stone,

islands in my wake, a trail of smoke

and stars. I the mountain, in my forest

of furs, breaking the sky like irons, ghosts

in my belly and diamonds in my throat,

come now, carrying legions, my hot breath

in your lungs, manna falling like coals.

About Eric Raanan Fischman

He/Him/His

Eric Raanan Fischman is an MFA graduate of Naropa University’s Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics. He has taught free writing workshops in Nederland, Boulder, and Longmont, Colorado, and has had work in Bombay Gin, the Boulder Weekly, Suspect Press, and more, as well as in local community fundraising anthologies from Punch Drunk Press and South Broadway Ghost Society. He also curates the Boulder/Denver metro area poetry calendar at boulderpoetryscene.com and is a regular contributor to the BPS blog. His first book, "Mordy Gets Enlightened," was published through The Little Door in 2017.