Prose & Poetry

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Metal

Metal

We are selling the metal that kills

so we can afford the spoons that feed our children; 

then killing them with the metal that we’ve just sold

feeding them with the blood on the spoons from happy meals.  

 

We place them in the hands of our enemy -

How far into this storm must we walk before we feel the cold?  

preferring the shine of killing steel that glinting blue in falling sky

than the breath with flesh applied – prescribing to gain from the metals of subtraction. 

 

The daylight would be our undoing 

eyes were transfixed by computer generated handshakes - 

division of the heart and soul the lies are the truths of man’s inked ruin  

where only smoke rings travel along carpets like tiny drunken mice.  

 

We are selling the metal that kills

So we can afford the spoons that feed our children.

 

Poems have featured in The Journal, Prole, The Dawntreader, Ink, Sweat, and Tears, Apogee Magazine, in 2015 Matt won the erbacce prize for poetry with his first full collection Dystopia 38.10 in 2016 he won the Into the Void Poetry Prize, and has a new chapbook out called Metropolis with Hunting Raven Press http://www.huntingraven.com
if we keep quiet, the stones will cry out

if we keep quiet, the stones will cry out

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