by James Penha
“Suddenly round the corner of the house a group of men appeared, as though they had come up from the ground.” --Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
I’m--my solid geometry trembles now--
not so certain it will prevail,
primeval but not eternal;
prime mover removed.
One more dead divinity.
Its headless people walk. They have always smelled their future
in themselves, heaps of oil and sand,
and they will have it,
shores and borders,
stockpiles and wells,
mines and monuments.
We sucked off the head like maggots
for this!
the scraps of our vision fouled
by monsters
enemies of our perfumed world.
The horror,
the horror.
James Penha edits The New Verse News.