Poetry Blogs (2013, surgery)
Don Matthews on WEEKLY WALKABOUTSVERSE, E.G., 79 OF 230: PIE IN THE SKY? (1 hour ago)
Less Than Human
Crash landed on this barren planet
Twenty seven forty three
Co-pilot killed on impact
And eaten eventually
There’s no food in the food hold
Incinerated by the heat
I’m trapped here in the cockpit
With the bones of Corporal Lee
Got out through the meteor shield
By use of a sharpened shin
That I made into a passable axe
By very careful ho...
Friday 25th November 2016 5:45 pm
Bright blue veins stretch a map across her belly,
giving no indication what’s happening underground.
Her hand cups the full-moon, the cusp of new life;
the woman dreams as cells are dividing, beginning.
A sudden panic of white coats round a monitor,
two on the phone, the others inflated with facts.
The woman no longer exists, she’s just a vessel grown in size
Wednesday 30th January 2013 5:12 pm