Sean G.Meggeson
Initiation of the Young, or The Anthill of Sorrows
Liturgical incision and cadence. ‘Intestines’ is my favourite-sounding word today.
How to fish a wire. I watch like a weasel.
A forest stands as a studio. A power source has an ear. It stays on the ground. A silent cull stuns. Then there’s
that crash cord of branches.
I can’t choose what to wear. I can’t take my time, either. I’m on a CNS stimulant, but I know the canal of personality is the totality of a moral act. A flash fist for the next in the Adderall line.
A family turns its back filing papers of bad faith against the counsel it serves.
The vendors are trained to say ‘carrot’ with an open mouth. It’s mistaught as drop-jaw tonality. Compounds
like ‘stopwatch’ and ‘mudflat’ are added to a list weekly and it adds up swiftly. Another swell in the workforce.
Failing forward charms the bewildered. The rest are left with smoke chores. I’ve been.
What’s this? A plague of shrubs. Shades. I spy not-right grey smallness. Sore, little eye.
Sean G. Meggeson is a poet and audio/spoken word artist, living in Toronto. He has been published in a range of journals and magazines, including Antiphony, Bruiser, and the Journal of Experimental Practice . Recently published: a full-length poetry collection, j: poems (primitive press, 2026). Forthcoming: two spoken word & soundscape albums, Say Please and Liminal Animal. His audio work can be found on Bandcamp and Spotify. Sean’s blog: https://seangmeggesonpoetry.blogspot.com/