The Sky Intends Murder by John Doyle

(Written on a cul-de-sac beside a lifted-up railway line, Oldcastle, County Meath, September 29th 2016)
The sky intends murder,
be in no doubt,
an evening’s teeth that drip of blood
the knives of lightning at hand,
the sky intends murder,
cutting trees, flashing nude on paint-scared
spires,
watching men without coats
cover heads with hands,
running, ceaselessly,
in the black holes of sizzling bog roads,
a laugh of thunder,
and puddles drained of last-night’s moon,
will they ever be seen again?
John Doyle
John Doyle Bio: The only good bio is a bio strung-up outside some gold-prospector’s wooden shack with his dog Jake sniffing at its last remaining remnants of sanguine flesh; So I will keep it simple, I’m from County Kildare, Ireland, and I love nothing more than stumbling across 3rd Division football games in Slovenia or Belgium on a Sunday morning as a welcome interlude while trying outsmart fellow bio hunters.
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