Dark Art
There were wars and hunger abroad,
misery, injustice and evil in the streets
but on the home front who could bear
a boredom deep as contentment thus Stupid
danced with Death at the pub, afterwards
in an ivy-tombed terrace house (built of gingerbread)
she opened a glamorous vial, just a whiff
put Stupid to sleep and she transplanted the dog's heart,
bit by bit into him, it hurt and for a while life
was lived in dirt—the world was desperate.
Voodoo puppet will live to regret (ironies befall).
The future. Cruel magic swarms happily
inside the leftover fun people. They blame a song
from youth for how old they got, or—not.
- © S.K. Kelen 2020
S. K. Kelen has been writing poems longer than he cares to remember. His most recent books are A Happening in Hades (Waratah, NSW: Puncher & Wattmann 2020), and Love’s Philosophy (Summer Hill, NSW: Gazebo Books 2020)
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