Anthony Weir Poems

Let's clone Jesus from the DNA
secreted in the Turin Shroud.
Clone the Prophet from his beard.
Clone the Buddha from his tooth at Kandy.
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The nearest to joy
I have known
since I was a boy
on my own
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The human generative-penetrative
organ has more variations
than the human face.
Some totalitarian societies and cultures
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In the estranging chill
of consciousness
which things
make ever colder,
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The animal that lives in the kidney
of the octopus
was once more complex.
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A man who kills five people
is called a psychopath, a serial killer

A man who kills ten people and himself
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The pain that beauty brings to me might seem to you ridiculous, but I'm not half-crazed - not
with alcohol or cannabis, and not by madness
or by love. Springtime is frightening
as the biosphere ploughs on so pluckily to its doom.
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Because I'm terrified of letting go
all my cerebration is uneasy
dialogue with suicide. Time
seems tight. When time becomes
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Was Shel Silverstein just being crass
in the lyric sung by Johnny Cash -
or was he being amazingly, subversively,
unamericanly ironic?
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When I was young my main
ambition was to be wise.
Now I realise
that wisdom resides in understanding
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