Douglas Bertram: Dust Gathers to Dusts
Irelands
[...] shelter
- Amhrán bhFian
i.
dust-process
martin.
shade silenced
tongue
wrung wrong
thru’
boyhood
ii.
tight
face crowing
wordless
gutted
messages
denuded you
iii.
dust gathers
to dusts.
iv.
if blair, new:
your eyes
judas goat
blanked in
camera-blear
a smile
- translated -
held-to.
glare
v.
chits
vi.
as cold as that
call to say
not ‘we did’
but ‘i do’
Douglas Bertram lives, works, and writes in London. There’s more coming. Mainly to do with tea, dead birds, and myth.