what will- by Michael Mc Aloran

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

the night’s claim

sudden as

restless death in fields of shattered glass

and the reek of air

lest shadow be/

I asked of

the cadaver mist of silences absences

(claimed/ yes or no)

I take from the dogs what will/ what will feeding/

feeding

fucking the life

from the idle light’s

indifference

..

From ‘All Stepped/Undone’, published 2013, Oneiros Books…

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