Wednesday, 23 August 2023

it doesn’t count

 it doesn’t count


this reliquary

rattling with the hail of time’s mistrust

of seasons out of phase

with the tumbler switches of reason

as fickle as our indecisions

tomorrow the hail will stop and

we’ll hail a cab back to the upper meadows

and count the bones of drought

the icons of a godliness revoked


deconstructing a construct

will you be the one to pull the last brick

from civilisation’s edifice?


over every shoulder there are guns

pointing their hair-triggers


now! now!


run!!

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