Thursday 14 December 2017

She hates me

New Irish Writing - Poetry

An oil slick has been released

No bird can fly, no fish swim

The water is turgid with angst

There is no detergent for this

I hear there are techniques

I try them all

Lay protective booms around

Watch my words

The oil finds its way

Into every fault line

Travels down phone lines

Along mail routes

Years from now, lying on a beach

I might pick up a stone to skim

And the tar will still be there

Irish Independent

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