Propagation
They cluster inside spread-
eagled legs, hands bone
wings, faces pleading,
hinged
on palms. I know them,
these people, their
atrocious need,
soured
breath of last night’s lust.
Still willing in the morning,
I relent for a puce
cheek,
uprooted pubic hair. Or,
occasional understanding.
I adore the life in them, more
truly
than mine; chiselled
from marrow, a blood-infused
platelet. How they dine to fill
belly’s
on propagation. Oh! hero.
Oh! Lover. Oh, desire
from consequence —
unwill me.
…
Maeve McKenna lives in Sligo, Ireland. Her poetry has been placed in several international poetry competitions and published in Mslexia, The Haibun Journal, The Cormorant, Galway Review, Boyne Berries, Sonder Magazine, Skylight47 and widely online.
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Propagation. By Maeve McKenna. Fantastic poem.
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