by David McLean
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there are corpses lined up like several devils
their February Armageddon, and harmless flesh
to cover them, wrapped up in sex and the self
waiting for us forever, for they are abstemious
dreamers, a thin film of nothing
to cover anxious night:
they are a lack and an absence
like everything that thinks alive |
David McLean is from Wales but has lived in Sweden since 1987. He
lives there with partner, dog and cats. In addition to six chapbooks, McLean is
the author of three full-length poetry collections: CADAVER’S DANCE (Whistling
Shade Press, 2008), PUSHING LEMMINGS (Erbacce Press, 2009), and LAUGHING AT
FUNERALS (Epic Rites Press, 2010). His first novel HENRIETTA REMEMBERS is coming
in 2014. More information about David McLean can be found at his
blog.
David’s poem, There Are Corpses, appears
in the January 2013 issue of HelloHorror.
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