THE GOD IN THE VEINS

 

the god in my veins raged suicide

tonight. he drowns his derelict blacks

in the inter-missive, dead gods stand statue

weep silence, dry tears pressuring

heaven lest the first one forget them.

 

(mail rain days that not is not

absence.

“two little zygotes sitting in a tree,

incestuous divinity

and then there were three”)

 

God sucks us into his veins

to drown to life in the blood there

sanctuary. his suicide visionary sonned

morning for us, blackest sun -

that night's dawning may come

 

undone

David McLean was born in Wales though he’s lived in Sweden since 1987. As of September 2007, he has almost 250 poems in around 115 issues of 101 zines online and in print. Examples are Parameter, Zygote in My Coffee, Erbacce, Sein und Werden, Venereal Kittens, Clockwise Cat, Mad Swirl, Lit Circus, Gold Dust, The Smoking Poet,  Haggard and Halloo, Gargoyle, BlazeVOX, Winamop and foam:e. He has a MySpace page and information at the Hecale portal.

Dance to Death, Issue VII

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