Monday, August 26, 2013

please send weapons by David McLean

 please send weapons 

it is Friday everywhere, almost,
so please send weapons;
there is night when you need it

and even idiots get to have skin
to live in;

we already have drugs and nothing,
we have blood enough to love them:
but it is Friday and night, as usual,
so please send weapons

in corridors 

in corridors
ghosts are walking
murderers, maybe,
or simple nurses,

and dead children hide in beds,
where heaven is
short silence
a lifetime away,

in corridors where ghosts go
where all the walls are torture;
the nurses, the murderers,
the dead men we are

the kings of the divan
joyfully trying to come
unstuck - dead kids,
memory and dust

Author bio: 

David McLean is from Wales but has lived in Sweden since 1987. He lives there with his partner and their dogs and cats and computers. In addition to six chapbooks, McLean is the author of three full-length poetry collections: CADAVER’S DANCE (Whistling Shade Press, 2008), PUSHING LEMMINGS (Erbacce Press, 2009), and LAUGHING AT FUNERALS (Epic Rites Press, 2010). His first novel HENRIETTA REMEMBERS is coming in 2014. During 2013 a seventh chapbook SHOUTING AT GHOSTS is forthcoming from Grey Book Press. More information about McLean can be found at his blog:

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