John Grey

by the time the warnings come around
my eyes are hollows,
troops move in,
reverse the sky,
family, friends,
with knives in their backs,
I can feel the unwinding,
posters stuck on every pole & wall
of some killer posing as a god,
survivors pay for the privilege
of being in their own bodies,
then comes efficiencies & lies
& death to great wildness
as we all hold our tongues
or shove bloody fingers down
where our tongues used to be

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Stand, Washington Square Review and Rathalla Review. Latest books, “Covert” “Memory Outside The Head” and “Guest Of Myself” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in the McNeese Review, Santa Fe Literary Review and Open Ceilings.