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This is Merely the Beginning
Grim cadavers, stretched on a pavement slab, form the wattle and daub,
Of the most lost of us, we rococo producers of an ever bitter glee.
And, symbolizing fury, we wear their raiments of muck, Frayed, remade creations,
And our costume: the fruit once full.
Yet a temerous beauty remains in wild flowers, in lost hearts,
and in the soft dreams of those with small parts, in love before the mechanical.
About the Author: A poet, part-time academic in narratological complexity, and financial journalist, Dublin born Oisín Breen's widely reviewed debut collection, ‘Flowers, all sorts in blossom, figs, berries, and fruits, forgotten’ was released Mar. 2020.
Breen has been published in a number of journals, including About Place, Door is a Jar, Northern Gravy, The Blue Nib, Books Ireland, The Seattle Star, ZiN Daily, La Piccioletta Barca, The Bosphorus Review of Books, The Kleksograph, In Parentheses, The Madrigal, and Dreich magazine.
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