2 poems

by Isaac Fox

as she’s dragged to the gallows

In Paradise

Lost, Earth

hangs from Heaven

by a golden

chain.

how Frank imagines the afterlife

When you

butcher

fresh-caught

bluegills,

brown eyes 

blink and

gills flap,

even

when their 

heads are

bloodied 

in a 

bucket

Isaac Fox writes crazy things, plays the clarinet and guitar, and spends as much time as possible outside. His work has previously appeared in Bending Genres, Tiny Molecules, and 50-Word Stories, among other publications. You can find him on Twitter at @isaac_k_fox.