Martin Webb Poems

Each day
the sun steals its way
across the unending universe
...

Maybe.
within the strange fires,
in the living of this life
...

A domesticated animal
can not survive again
within the wild
...

I ate the last
of the tomatoes
from the garden
...

The world
is shrinking

It is the end
...

Lions angry-
frothing, seething
that courage can
kill death,
...

When will I be old enough
to speak openly
of the beautiful love
I share,
...

Sometimes
the raw, brutal finality
of every single thing I do
as a living being,
...

Success
is really
just the privilege
...

Poetry,
like all truth in this world,
has no cash value
...