Two Poems
Lincoln Michel

Boy Scouts Fulfilling

there was something
about it
on the news

rumors of new
expansion

how they whittle
with things other
than teeth

we remember that
innocence

strategies
etched in mud

the dinner grows cold



Tsars at Daybreak

desiccated in the bottoms
of wells

see only this cloud
devouring
that one

then another
and another

towards some
imperial
purpose