Daily Archives: February 11, 2018

Crows and Fishes by Tim Evans

I am not a silent poet

The stars stare down like silver
On the angels in the snow
And on the angels’ killer
And on the carrion crow.

The old year turns its crooked back
Its bones poke through the skin.
I follow the eternal tracks
Of the twisted shape I’m in.

It was never my intention
To steal away your face,
For in the fourth dimension
There is no time or space.

The hunting dogs so gaunt and still
That dreamed the moon away
Now course the started hare until
The night bleeds into day

You knew it would be hours
From the darkness of retreat
Till your life returned to power
In the power of the street

In the back seat of the car
You pack away the time
And the livid, frost-white scar
Is evidence of the crime.

They thought they could accuse you.
What kind of shit is that?
Slander and abuse…

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Brexit Song by Monika Kostera

I am not a silent poet

I don’t answer that question
I say: I’m from Sheffield
It’s as close to the truth
as nothing these days

I am a walrus
I eat pierogi
I’ve been to Baker street
in a submarine

My mother looked lovely
in her light Biba dresses
She liked pierogi
She dreamed of gardens
green hills

I’ve come
from the land
of ice and snow
I watch raindrops fall
as right as
back then

I won’t answer that question
You can’t fool the children
Will we ever walk
green
the mountains
the hills

Do widzenia, do jutra!

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