Dare not sleep tonight.
Care not for rest
with its morphine stabs and death wax.
Seek the Yanto men with glossy widowmakers
to engrave heretics with bullets
and pulverise each sermon to dust.
The sightless renegades are loose
to frame time in fires
as ham hock poetry from olive worded books
ladder down my gartered spine,
searching for the root of life
and its war fever...
@ Steven Francis poems 2012
Reading
'The Heron Ponds' is the 7th collection of poetry and short stories from Welsh poet, writer and blogger Steven Francis. Enjoy!
