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Aside from this

is the luxury of reading, of scanning lines.

If words cut men wouldn’t needs knives

but words don’t need forging,

don’t need to be dealt like a stroke of steel

just said

and said too easily, too often.

And life is not just about joy.

There are other things, the unwelcomed

and unwanted,

the absence of warmth.

And words are written, unsaid, read, taken to heart.

Something is missing.

I call it realisation

or contentment.

One of them wrote about absence,

those words held realisation

and offered contentment, the fleeting kind

of envied lines.

One of them wrote because he could

and somewhere, aside from all of this,

men like him are forging misery,

men like him are making a world full of absence,

the permanent kind

of what is left behind when life is taken,

when words are not enough.


About michaeleganpoetry

Liverpool based poet and editor. I have had four pamphlets of poetry published, most recently After Stikklestad (Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, 2010). Penned in the Margins published my first collection, Steak & Stations, in 2010.

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