in the evening by David McLean

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

in the evening a terrible objectality there is water
winning;  the night becomes nature again
where the living is eyes on fire
& all the solemn terror assembled

& under us the dead their present
tense. the animals are several an abject
answer. the rain is a sly servant
& the trustless courier is time

& a thief. eye is a memory
seldom, only the abject is free
& deserves to breathe

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