Once sphere, then zeppelin. Now,
canopy tattered with cataracts.
Exist seraphim, then exit,
falling in intervals of three.
mesh bodies translucent, singing jellyfish
Which man can expect to follow his own pitch? ,
Now, struggling for shelter underneath
his own crooked umbrella
this is a hell of a messiah
Sarah Fletcher's most recent pamphlet, Typhoid August, was published in 2018 by Poetry Business. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Poetry London, The White Review, The Rialto and The North.