Sunday, March 13, 2011


From shimmering oil
of ebony still

will come flailing of limbs
will come hacking

quick slashing
of hands now untied

tattooing no pattern
not even a maze

depriving gray walls
of their stone

will come spittle
wild churning rivers

agush from slack jaws
of blanching gray hounds

till one day at dawn 
will come quiet

--Donal Mahoney has had poems published in Calliope Nerve and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa.

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