What I’m Reading: The Relics of Eulalia by Sara Biggs Chaney

A hundred men bear one girl’s bones
to catacombs. In her sarcophagus,
loose legs clink against a halfling pelvis,
pebble hard. Through cobbled tributaries,
bearers flow along a riverbed last lapped
by her red waters. . . .

Read the whole breathtaking poem at Waccamaw, and all the other lovely work they have in this issue.