{"id":1887,"date":"2012-10-23T01:02:01","date_gmt":"2012-10-23T01:02:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1887"},"modified":"2012-10-23T01:09:02","modified_gmt":"2012-10-23T01:09:02","slug":"austin-mccarron-1012","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/austin-mccarron-1012\/","title":{"rendered":"Austin McCarron, 10\/12"},"content":{"rendered":"

The City is Electric<\/strong><\/p>\n

The city is electric.
\nI shudder by the Thames
\nand water fills my hand.<\/p>\n

I break like a thunderous cloud
\nand become a song of rain.
\nBehind me
\nI hear feet of liquid dances and
\nit is wet,
\nthe suit of light, the sun of voices.<\/p>\n

I silence the melody of downpours
\nand floods.
\nOn my tongue a parlour of eyes.
\nIn the river I see a monsoon of stars,
\nwhere nature
\nis beheaded and nothing is saved.<\/p>\n

I Revive Flesh of the Abandoned Seed<\/strong><\/p>\n

I revive flesh of the abandoned seed
\nand it is like a tongue of sleep, stripped
\nof perspective, choosing words to live.<\/p>\n

I dream of nothing and it is like the opinion
\nof death, transformed by searchers of pain.<\/p>\n

In the morning I wave flags of mist and the sun
\nis hanging off a rope of bridges.
\nI grow from clouds of calm cities mountains and
\nvalleys.
\nI pour myself out of blue and green canyons.
\nI hold the throat of images in a bed of snakes.<\/p>\n

Between cheeks of earth the rain falls like a void
\nof gold kisses.
\nI trouble vision with
\nutmost cruelty and it is the most silent act of love.<\/p>\n

I lay flowers at the grave of death and its corpse
\nis weeping with the colour of man.
\nIn time its hair sparkles with despairing voices but
\nits conscience tripped up like flames burns forever.<\/p>\n

In Parts of Europe<\/strong><\/p>\n

In parts of Europe
\nI wash
\nin fields of silent water,<\/p>\n

where suffering is complete
\nand stars rinse the mouth
\nof time and doors of unhinged<\/p>\n

hearts spring open, and forests
\nof snow return the blood of history
\nlike wine drunk in memory of fire<\/p>\n

and wine drunk in memory of flame.
\nChief among broken words,
\nthe sound of winding hospitals and
\nnever again shall the blind man see.<\/p>\n

Over Yellow Hills, Fresh<\/strong><\/p>\n

Over yellow hills, fresh
\nwith violent storms, the wind
\nis my death, dreaming without me,
\nbefore the ghost of time.<\/p>\n

The water is clean like blades
\nof solitude.
\nI drink the
\nmeal of deserts with cloudy hands.
\nArriving in the silence, terrible
\necstasies, indescribable cruelties.<\/p>\n

Released Naked, the Coast<\/strong><\/p>\n

Released naked, the coast
\nis like a storm of clouds,
\ngladdened by settlements of tree
\nand rock, prayer of scandalous
\nimpunity, cities of newly destroyed
\nclaims, the ferry of
\nmachines in water of tyrannical baths.<\/p>\n

In a childhood of flames I read of the sea
\nand it is a book of silence and emptiness,
\nwhere blood
\nmakes a sound like the beginning of waves.<\/p>\n

I journey south and the moon is part of light
\nand stars fall
\nlike gravel on ridges of narrow consolation.
\nI pass inhuman debris on a road of extinct views.
\nFreely I imagine the sacrifice of unclean animals
\nand the protection of
\nanonymous margins by crosses of purely defined air.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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