
EMPIRE


MONSTER
the mirror
is always there
follows you
screams at you
to keep looking
a mirror monster
may just
step
through
and you
sitting with your calculator
using calculus to
broach
the number of atrocities
you need to fit every piece
into the puzzle
see the landscape restored to
how you have always envisaged it
how it
has never been, perhaps
(logic, splitting fragmenting even
as we talk
through this)
will
never be
and the mirror monster at last
smothered under the holy rock
and stone of
countless tiny mountains
of atrocity
so many bones the foundation
of the Everest you are building
it is death zone up there
upon that glorious peak
IN THE BEGINNING
IN THE BEGINNING
I was very small. I felt very small too: lying in my bed curiously warm, not frozen with fear.
The thing was massive and its violence was unimaginable. I heard the screams and the seconding sounds of slaughter through my bedroom walls, solid brick though they were.
Then there was silence. The dark shadow shape towering over me filling the room came through the door, then slipped into bed next to me as it did so diminishing in size and then disappearing entirely.
I knew it was there. I knew that it would remain with me forever. Sleep came quickly. As I slipped away I knew that this creature, this beast, this entity and I had an affinity. Whatever it was, whatever its nature it would be spending a lifetime with me.
Turning all the dark vision is churning my head into words, this would be its legacy and terrible gift.
