Sean Godley

Rookie (17/11/1981 / Cavan, Republic of Ireland)

The Cancer-Mirth - Poem by Sean Godley

Nothingness comes to sneer at self-neglects,
And, sensing the November air, infects
The bamboo-lengths of nail, which flee to harrow
Flesh that melts from maggots at the marrow.

Nothingness comes to sneer at self-neglects,
And, sensing the November air, infects
The hair that stretches scalps with tearing gall
And flows thereafter like a waterfall.

It burns a gash into the crackless gale,
And, at its base, sends crashing constant fail
To ridden waves, which make their rippling cure
Of wrinkling what had once been sheer and pure.

It’s not the sun that makes the day turn dark,
It’s not that darkness in the roaming night
That silences the birdsong and the right
To siphon black to stars within the spark.

The ugly see the listless lines of beauty,
The boring beauties hear alone the laugh,
The clowns abound for some far stricter duty,
The soldier wants his ugly epitaph.

If we could tilt the turning of the Earth,
We’d stop the breeding of the cancer-mirth,
Which tipples from the lips of broken soul,
And breaks the core to make a life in Sheol.

But the Earth turns on before the tariffs
To crack the souls, and burn into the cliffs,
And cause the trembling that within its quiver
Shoots black bones into an Earthly shiver.

The weight of waterfalls will make them dust,
As the wintry wave of night in gust
Beats into pebbled shores unwillingness
To live again as part of nothingness.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 12, 2006



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