the mistby David McLeanthe mist stands over the lake like a murderer over his victim, born a corpse by blows, just as a simile is language ineptly beaten, slaughtered, for all words are literal, all thought. just letters taken to a postbox and sent to God whose response shall echo in His abyss, He is not exactly absent, never having existed, but we miss Him, as the lake mourns the murderous mist that abandons it ©David McLean David McLean has written about 500 poems in or accepted by just under 200 publications in print and online. The chapbook a hunger for mourning is available at http://www.erbacce-press.com, another electronic chapbook, poems against enlightenment, is forthcoming at http://www.whyvandalism.com and a his book called Cadaver's dance will be out at Whistling Shade Press in 2008, around April/May. |