I slept last night
In a cave of shadows and howls
a bear skinned itself
With his razor claws
To reveal a wolf
Eating its pups,
And their eyes burst
Under jaws,
Wet and blind
Red splashed furred skins
Dragged across the damp stone
Followed me like friends
Kept talking to me
I slept last night
the dark man from the cornered place
held a gun
against my neck
And shot me down
Emptied my flesh
Felt the drift-away come up on me
Like a song as they played the pipes
Slowly
Drifted into realms
Haemorraging
In the hard dark cave
Where shadows shriek
I wake again
rise in slow
Shunting movements
vertebrae slipping
Tightly into place
Bending me skyward
Tonight I watched dublin
Snuffed out under a heavy haze
Her lights jaded
Night is here again
Goya’s demons gather
reason crumbles
castles of sand
meeting the tide
some wind blows me
some tumbling entity
some words drop out of me
Unbidden and unmade
build a flesh and soul
with pick and spade
And house me again
In this poetry.
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