Hymn for the Coffin – Hunter McLaren

I shatter with that night hiding inside my horns, when 

you tried to teach me the mausoleum dance, how to 

behold myself on glassy marble graves, but I wasn’t 

listening. I draped rugs across my back and lied 

about being heavy. I bite with that morning hiding in 

my gums, when I asked you to make me pearls, forgetting 

they were yours to begin with, yours for the taking, not 

my deafening treasures to clutch tightly. 

I live with when the word FAG cliff dove from my throat 

down into my gut, leaving a trail of lit matches on the 

way, when I thought about taking garden shears across 

the metal of your car, when I told people I was the axe. 

I was really the lumberman. I said that being faultful wasn’t 

my own, that it was God or an animal who made me 

do things I lied about, tied in sacks, poured cement over, 

buried under the rotting treehouse.  

I will die boxed up with these war-things too, it is my only fate.




Hunter McLaren is a college graduate from Central Michigan University with a Bachelor of Science in English Language, Literature, and Writing. He also has a creative writing certificate and a minor in Ethics, Value, and Society. He is an emerging poet with eight pieces published, passionately seeking more publication opportunities. He proclaims the goal of his work is to unseat comfort and confront surreal or traumatic themes in creative and cathartic ways.

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