of life are gone forever.
to dodo birds
to guts wrapped round my ribcage,
hard crusts from hearts,
hard disks of head;
hard floor, uncomfortable bunks,
hard going, blood-chilling effort behind
needed an extra incentive
of bone-weary flesh
on top of you
saw my neighbor
he says, it wasn’t so bad
he shows me what he wrote
he slices his cheek with a knife.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in New Plains Review, South Carolina Review, Stillwater Review and Big Muddy Review with work upcoming in Louisiana Review, Cape Rock and Spoon River Poetry Review.