Synaeresis : arts + poetry Issue 5

The Weights When the weights come they come as eyelids oiled with prosecution the case closed and the verdict final as a casket descending.

On these days the flowers stay hard inside their buds like stars astonished into vapour.

Outside the children play on the failed missiles with the joy of cowboys riding horses into sunset.

But still the weights come this time as fish eyes seared into severed heads deadened.

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