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Three Poems by Tony Cullen

August 2, 2012

Psalm

 

waving limply through

smoke without any kind

of determination the dead

appear to have no zeal

 

a reaching hand

a signpost

a frozen oath

a reminder

 

of what has been

stolen by deities

here only

as third officials

 

training a fleck

grey pony to count

by stamping a hoof

on the dusty ground

 

you said you saw you

said you lied you saw

nothing but nothing

edging toward absence

 

you saw absence

and you lied

and the dead watching

waving to attract

 

attention to warn

a warning wave goodbye

because of words

withered to a whisper

 

in sacrificial incantation

recited from a dead

book holding the palm

print of millions watching

 

the unfortunate shredding

of parades of triumphant

loss set in the bones

of un-thought generations

 

unhook the humans

charge a realistic

price for the ride

 

 

Border War Blues

 

articles of time scratch

by trailing tedious

 

latitudes \ mindless bits

and pieces trace

 

a clue in the mud \

illustrating essential 

 

nature\ mood

and perception dread

 

their task \ hence

the sensation \

 

and gone is her traveller by the singing shingle sea

whittling its way between dunes

consuming the leisure of pilgrims and stranger

 

articles of time beat

by \ dawdling crawl sneak

 

and slink \ extruding Lady

Lazarus through that early

 

morning theatre \ mood

and perception dread

 

their task \ hence

the sensation

 

 

Behind the Hand

 

Lych gate locked

and hinged grade

2 listed homeless

June wanders east

 

A grove one

hundred years vertical

sleeved in vine

provides cover

 

Dappled and gone

dappled

gone

Granite and clay

 

and fallen blossom

Tilted gold lettering

Mad-logic logo

a third scale

 

I imagine a

blooded brow under

moon shade the

sound of soldiers

 

approaching lanterns flicker

wind chimes chance-

child cherub without

choice who fell

 

asleep and sadly

missed free from

leaf mould silver

and wood Birdsong

 

composed on the

tongue Jam jar

jug set aside

holding time and

 

weeds The flap

of something black

behind heavy leaf

Car doors slam

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