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Two Poems
by MTC Cronin


Felo De Se for The Heart Soldier

      This one particular human was biographical. It was a strategy of largesse. He was a man and involved deeply in the creation and destruction of himself. He was ticklish inside and left subsequent to all he did. Unfollowed, he tried fooling himself and then imagining his dreams if only he could sleep. He thought softly and remembered the language of his tongue when it was new. The tiny socks of his infant feet came briefly back to his legs before he stood and peered at the crack. He said, The morning is a strobe and it’s even better if there are lots of birds twittering. His scalp tingled with pure and civilized terror. Felon of himself, he died. He made a self-referential move.

The Night Is More Blue Than The Day

       We all have bombing in our hearts. Heavy steps, breaking earth. Do you see the world resisting itself? Bone and sorrow sorrow and bone. Marrow is only the excuse for life. We see death and puff our chests with all the slyness of unreality. Birds on the eyelids peck shut our eyes. Beautiful birds with songs like the distant yellow tree that burns but never to ash. The night is more blue than the day and day crouches in the fire like the lonely little devil that lives outside its hell and in another hell. Do you see the world resisting itself? How we had to die to say it. Everything believed sacrificed graciously to faith in what the end signifies. A night more blue than this day which none of us have known with our flesh.