Karen Bookguilder is intended to be a collection of poems 60 poems expressly for the Book Guild
by Mike Burr - the themes being dictated by or about its published artisans .
Torso
oak torn awry
am i that omen ?
my cloak of torso a splintered down
and smoking black its hollow stub
is quaking in the still electric earth
where your voltage passages with the lava of the core
rouged sails of the past on further shores
where ports are bridled full of exiting goods
where playful fish are dying on their sandy docks
am i that omen
lungs pumping with the drug of too much oxygen
colours blazing crushed by gravity
i flex within your shadow
as you look upon the harvest there before you
i beg of you
mighty god or goddess
of this earth
favour me