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 its 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
MTC Cronin has published six books and three booklets
of poetry, the most recent being beautiful, unfinished ~ PARABLE/SONG/CANTO/POEM
(Salt Publishing, UK, 2003). Her 2001 book, Talking to Nerudas
Questions, is being translated into Spanish by the poet, Juan Garrido
Salgado. Her next book - <More or Less Than> 1-100 -
is forthcoming through Shearsman
Press. She is currently working on her doctorate, The Law of
Love Letters ~ Prose, Poems, Law & Desire, at UTS.