Tuesday, 5 March 2013

Is Now

Couldn't seem to bring myself to write anything new today, so this is a poem I wrote last year that almost no one has read. Sorry.

Human Condition

We do not recall having been
the size of a cashew nut,
though science assures us we were.

Shelled prawns in dark soup,
we were no doubt dreaming
in escape routes.
Narrow islands of light
expanding into days.

The burgeoning medals of our eyeballs
flashed with triumph.
We were proud then,

Hearts bleat wet anthems.
The islands taper,
ready to close
as quickly as they opened.

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