Tag: apocalypse
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Stillorgan
Looking at her aura like I’m watching a film in the Stillorgan Ormonde Coming out, orienting finding the tip of Viscount Lord Allen’s Obelisk Walking through Glenalbyn, snapshot memories Old photo album perambulated Shuttered swimming pool where I won my only ever sports medal Once cut my foot getting into the pool on the metal…
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Lost origin of hate
Malignant religion Pregnant with ignorance Lingering hatreds, ageold Feuding blood fuelling wars. Fuligin sky scorched undercoat, cloven surcoat Liver, loving blood heretofore circuited Outslithering blood ophidian Sers fall cut, it is not a war where only peasants die Bullets like plague unsparing, farmers and kings alike A die cast from a God’s hand. Obfuscation of…
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Syphoning gas to give her a fighting chance
She persuades me to let her sage me before leaving If it could save you and I didn’t, it would grieve me Full sore, pray leeway A spraying haze unabating, she an Aaron Bathes me in miasmic armour Dispelling harm by charm She insists we wear amulets of her devisement Eyes painted onto shell mottes,…
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Winter criminal
No need of a bally anymore No new CVs in Templemore Peeling season upbraiding Henge vengeful Door to dark nebulae Raised in dawn ages In hate’s mist wraithed Sore-cheeked queen reigning, breath razor’d Climes brumal, brutal inclemency encrystals Galilean glassed voluminous, sinking vessels Fatal night to be homeless, Gelid flaying aeons of ice replaying Direwolves…
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Apocalyptic palette
Black and white and red all over Not a knave left taming kestrels Death which is breathless, balding Recalling vilest cancers, sore incurable Angst and lancinating pain unendurable Real as Durer’s grass, realer than real Fixity’s cessation, bubbling floors rubbled nations A heat risen which steel melts to mithril puddle A wobbly, hot mushroom apocalypse…
Alchemisland 