Make the night your body
Dark child of the chest,
how not to clutch
the face to your neck?
Symbol of the war,
the wonder, the ruin,
can this glory
of a thousand black things
be born now
in your one last raid
on the night?
Whisper, day,
to the basket dropped
at the outskirts,
flesh now rests
in this unguarded comfort,
threat that knows
no rest.
BY MTC CRONIN
MTC Cronin has had six books of poetry published, the most recent being Talking to Neruda's Questions and Bestseller (both Vagabond Press, 2001). Another collection, My Lover's Back, is forthcoming in 2002 (UQP). She is currently working on a PhD, Poetry and Law: Discourses of the Social Heart, and has recently received an Established Writers New Work Grant from the Australia Council for the Arts. Her books are available by contacting her at: <margie_cronin@hotmail.com> or phone (02) 9550 2918.
From Green Left Weekly, January 30, 2002.
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