Alors, Et Toi? - Issue Three | Seeing Skulls by David McLean

Seeing Skulls

by david mclean


 

i could never see the skulls beneath

the superficial skin, just feel my bones

still in me, always know the garbage

filling my hands and feet with gristle

and nightmares

what i see in others is not the skull

but precise images of eyeballs falling in,

the cheeks and hands first covered

with fungus, fast when the lid shuts,

i can smell them rot always already

beneath their stinking perfumes,

death present in their futile lives,

forever, i can see a corpse i carried

down to the freezer in a hospital

living in them already - his eyes beetles

with no teeth, his nosea hawk's

withered beak, his cruel hands

impotently clutching the smutty

sheets, he was nothing forever -

a corpse is a piece of stringy meat.

and that's what i see in people,

just pointless animals, just coming

nothing, like we live our lives

never being there, like i already am -

just worthless carrion



new poem



as the sun covers this city

with trees and other trivial reasons

for living, i always assume

he shines mainly for the children

as the moon in turn rises

to cover the trees with light

cities and gets quite serious about things

i tend to believe she shines mostly

for me, so i sit and listen

About The Author

David Maclean: has a couple of chapbooks out. One of them is a free download @ Whvandalism.com. The other, in print can be ordered @ www.erbacce-press.com He has a full length poetry collection forthcoming at Whistling Shade Press in June 2008. A second full length collection "laughing at funerals" is due from d/e/a/d/b/e/a/t press this fall. See deadbeatpress.com. He regularly writes poetry and music reviews for Clockwise Cat. There are over 500 poems now in, or forthcoming in, round 225 magazines online and/or in print. Details are at hisblog.



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