Hugging the Corpse
Heaving against type, breathing with noise
Just anarchy is loosed across the room,
Not going to the moon as yet, a borrowed chance
Rings slightly false, another statistic to burn.
Flat 7Up is all that can save you,
The joke is over now, unconsciousness permitting
Celebrated life is all that lies ahead
A cancer resurfacing, a different story.
Saying it with disallowed flowers
A shamed birthday hacks at it, consummate fear
What to do without you, long term
Applied religion makes the exit quick.
Lost against will, coring for an animal surety
The lost garden flourishes the wrong plants
Lowering blood pressure on entry to the kitchen
Pressing offsprings’ buttons with general ease.
On the cusp of salvation, rosary or otherwise
Blaming it on nature, eventual stoppage.
Praying in unison over a heaving mess
A husk of existence, breathing against eventuality.
Grieving over you eventually
Monstrous sorrow hits rather soon
Recording paraphernalia, embracing the remains
Of a job well done, an eternal rest from magic
Patricia Walsh was born and raised in the parish of Mourneabbey, Co Cork, Ireland, and was educated in University College Cork, being shortlisted for inclusion for publication in the 2017 edition of the The Quarryman. Previously she has published one collection of poetry, titled Continuity Errors, with Lapwing Publications in 2010, and has since been published in a variety of print and online journals. She has also published a novel, titled The Quest for Lost Eire, in 2014, and performed in the ‘closed mic’ section of the Ó Bhéal Winter Warmer Festival in 2016.
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