Together Is Thy Peace

flaxen,
I saw the remnants
of mother's
life.
She was a math whiz
a mixture of beauty
and solemn piety
mourning the death of giants
with supple eyes
delievered spirits
and dark skin
yet I have grown
in the midst
of her maturity
looking to and fro
fearfully
as attempts to fit
in certain circles
of finite suprise
of finite wastes
yet mother is
the apex
of my ignorance
as the lamb
belongs
to the love of the shepard
and grown now
are my rituals
and together is thy peace.

Ernest Williamson, III has a BA in Creative Writing and the MA in English from The University of Memphis. His work has appeared in the Electric Acorn, The Canopic Jar, Entropic Desires, The Makata, Scribble, Ariga Magazine, Subjective Substance, Adagio Verse Quarterly, The Oracular Tree, Poetry Webring Review, SP Quill Magazine (forthcoming this year), Moonwort Review, Muse Apprentice Guild, Snow Monkey (forthcoming this year), among others. He currently is a PhD candidate at Seton Hall University.