by Tony Kitt
Those beautiful deadly things...
A bomb rain
or a bursting night-sky mushroom.
An imploding mind...
If your religion is vandalism, your god is
in pieces. Your consciousness,
hillock upon hillock...
Even your language isn’t your language.
The empire of dreams macadamises you
with images. The sun is
unbuttered bread; life gets oily
under a sunflower.
Taste the insatiable kiss of déjà vécu.
Silencers have a thing for your silence.
What do you say to a dynamite ape?
To a multi-knife scarecrow?
Questions, queuing up.
Satiety, pencil-bodied.
An abyss inside the abyss.
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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