flies found it
five days before humans
that smell
insect attack
fingers on keys
not even slumped but
purple-grey, mottled, the way they get
mouth slightly open/eyes still wide with
dry corneas
like something just came in
through the window
said no
wiped it all
no
[message half-finished
backlit/hot/whirring inside
screensaver
inactive]
off
didn't like their pictures
whirling any more
window still wide open
to that night
avid flies
owls' yaps outside
Pop radio
.
face just a bag
with a skull in it
.
.
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2 comments:
These are all beautifully constructed, balanced and careful poems with great control over tone and real mastery of the language. Count me a fan.
Many thanks again.
Steve.
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