Winter graves – open air asylum Try to triumph Trying little skull worm -- Nomenclature nominalisation Breathing in 1 st & last breath -- Or Naming Breath -- A spud by any other Name has deserted my Morgue -- The Good People Giveth blessings & taketh them away I cannot hear the Winter rains Anymore -- Writing in The street Talking in spittled Tongues Starless & bibleless black -- Loss In my mouth Is deeply Sealed Behind browning Teeth -- Why? would be a rainbow’s Light after the Storm -- But the storm fronts Come monotonously -- Cracked Skull Beneath the epochal stampede -- Modern times -- The heart sings through the silence Ur my little A...
Saturday It aches… Innocence fights to clear its name Till it dies Murdered by the eyes -- \ I preserve my prayer For invisibility In solitude Where faith resides -- / What’s left A cigarette filled ashtray The sound of a burning spear Song Without the verses Postmodern Commodity Old But where in this bureaucratic world Is the warriorpoet’s cry? -- _ In silence? In swallowed screams? In castrated dogs? In ragged children’s tears? One is always a child It's the only one who can lead Not an adolescent A slave to sex An infant who survives Embryonic blows - = Forgotten cuts One thought invisible Multiply Like eyes Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.