At the commonest altar,
a stone is laid.
A voice asks you
to turn over the stone
and find your name.
You do as you are told,
and then inform the voice
that there is no name to be found,
the voice brightens,
and out of the blue
appears a single white feather.
Now that you know who you are not,
the voice says,
replace this stone
with that feather.
Its lightness,
coupled with silence,
invites you to write something new,
but do it in the air, where history cannot be traced
or sealed,
and the burdens of false claims
become as unsigned wind.
The voice disappears.
You are left alone
at the commonest altar,
with the presence of a single feather
anointing the largesse
of a promised unknown.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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