by Tony Kitt
A hunter trails a long-tailed consequence.
It is the sixth nightmare.
Children watch eggplants
grow meanings.
Exuberance exists at the exit.
How would you talk to a mind arrow?
What would you give
for a bullet-proof poem?
Seasonal dying is the profession
one should avoid. I’m doing my beast,
and you are doing yours.
Our genes are our engines.
To survive, we’ll have to draculise
our story. For how, ask your napalm,
your landmines.
Nobody would CNN us to safety.
A long-lanced consequence haunts
the hunter. Security by mercuriality.
It is the seventh nightmare.
Meaningplants grow eggs.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Tony Kitt lives in Dublin, Ireland. His poems appear in multiple magazines and anthologies, including Oxford Poetry, Poetry Ireland Review, The North, Cyphers, The Honest Ulsterman, The American Journal of Poetry, Plume, Matter, etc. His collection entitled Endurable Infinity has been published by the University of Pittsburgh Press, in the Pitt series, in 2022. His other collection, Sky Sailing, is due from Salmon Poetry, Ireland, in 2024. His chapbook, The Magic Phlute, has been published by SurVision Books, Ireland, in 2019, and another chapbook, Further Through Time, by Origami Poems Project, USA, in 2022. He edited the anthology of Ukrainian poetry about the war in English translation entitled Invasion (SurVision Books, 2022), and was the winner of the Maria Edgeworth Poetry Prize.
Last updated January 27, 2024