There’s a poem by Ivan Kolenic,
considered part of the Barbarian Generation
of Slovak poets, describing skin
as bone wrapping. I wish I’d thought of that
and how the tongue is kept hidden
and gorged, protected by sharp teeth
In the dark someone horribly strange
comes close to him. That would be me
.
Steven Taylor
.
Fabulous poem with scary ending
Comment by Angie Birtill on 2 September, 2024 at 9:40 am