Marty McKenna Poems

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'From Cavehill'

i carve you out
of already alive
and lavish landscapes; build silent,
lived horizons about you, still do.

'The Miss Of Sisyphus'

i have asked
rich women and men;
do the dead mourn us?

'From A Kitchen On Ravenhill'

as rain sloshed everything else,
you in my gut, again.
i try to think about outside,


sometimes when the traffic weakens
you feel you could have the run of the city
in memorium. when there were
no capitalisations, only silent confetti


spirited hounds
leave no stone unturned,
haunt fair game
in nature's realm.


Where water wets, memory pulls - age four
Or maybe five - The clanks excite still now
Unknown game - Symmetrical Blocks, of where
Mother and I, Windows of the van