October 28, 2019

Going, You Do It Well by GJ Hart

Beyond the heading
stone the sky 
is working storms,
but going, you do it 
well, 

in slippers 
quick to the heading
stone, till your 
name turns to a battered 
tin, or grasp

every hand flowering 
the way, arrange
your bouquets 
in rooms bistered
with silence.

You - sincere 
as single things, a cup, 
a plate and soon 
what breaks
will not be swept away. 

So three times round 
the drinking elm, once 
around the pit, you sit
slicing tears 
into your throat. 






GJ Hart currently lives in London and has had pieces published in The Molotov Cocktail, The Jersey Devil Press, the Harpoon Review and others. He can be found arguing with himself over @gj_hart.

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