Violence Has Burnt The Mind

and left it heavier.

The sore day

hangs itself

in streets colliding

in the growing dark

losing your step

the angry moon

drags you like a drunk

to your door

and leaves you to die.

 

The above poem is from my first book Reeling (2012).

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