Elegy for Mr. Spock
by W. Todd Kaneko
(published in Split Lip Magazine, August 2018)
The first time you died, your friends
searched the universe to bring you home
because it’s easy to abandon logic
for grief. My father died a year ago
and I’m still writing poems to bring him back
to me—the son of a man from outer space,
the alien child of an earthwoman—nothing
makes complete sense. On television
the phasers are set for stun because there’s
no such thing as death for major characters,
wh...
Published on June 09, 2024 04:35