Frankenstein Poem by Michael O'Sullivan

Frankenstein



Having no chronmetric choice
The clock ticks on, yet in its shadow
Lurks a deeper time with hands
Of teeming flesh. Keats measured
Death's tumescent timepiece in an alley
Shocked by two boys in mutual fellatio;
Meanwhile a more elusive Shelley woke
To find his head still fast impaled
Upon the glacier of his wife's last dream.

Did you see my monsters on the promontory?
They would not shrivel to enduring stone
But glided to the blanket of the sea;
Why Percy, you always linger on that hideous pair
You have no time for me.

Having no chronometric choice
The leadpoint stops. The sun gasps
At its rim of lowest density.
Francesca's smile survives the rotting pool.
So who could blame Dante in his crying collapse
His marrow knowing different circles
Had condemned his love
To paradise to sanitized of touch
He could but whisper through a million years
What once took moments in their sudden fall?

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
'It is obvious to me Michael is one of the world's greatest poets.
Nothing can match that power of language. He demonstrates that poetry should not just be the record of an event: it should be the event itself.' BRIAN FRIEL.
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