by: A.R. Minhas
Cock’d and crow’d the haunted doorways of rooks,
Throbbing rocks and pebbles fragmented into crystalline dew,
Stewed and brined the blackened fingertips of slippery knives
Cunted all the flowers that blossom and bloom
Sleep now in the womb
percolating with the scented breath of halitosis,
And weep such malignant tears
Like chording inverted crowns
Stolen nightmares strangled by umbilical solitude
Wrapped in strings sheets of muscle parted
Flowing through like torrents of bile and lies and hell,
To be here and never recreate. The cruelty of unloved bodies.
Dancing alone to be caressed by dying embers,
Singed now a last kiss
Hummed in Koyals verse
unknown to the birds
Devoured by the crows and birthed by monsters
giving food to the young.
© A.R. Minhas 2017
Nice! I’ve just been through my annual Joyce readings…heard echoes.
Wow! I finished Ulysses last year– Joyce has been a huge inspiration for me though. Thank you for that compliment, it means so much! 😃