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 Apr 2014
Seán Mac Falls
My thirty year friend,
In empty hall one cricket,
  .  .  .  My story to him.
 Apr 2014
Seán Mac Falls
My skin is ******—
John Moffatt, with scorpion chest,
  .  .  .  Reads with a mean wit.
 Apr 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Wild flowers I picked,
Were soon lost, when she arrived—
Wind took them away.
 Apr 2014
Seán Mac Falls
She was cold iron—
I smelled in her blood, elixir,
What made stars explode.
Massive stars go supernova when iron is fused. Iron is the final and heaviest element in the fusion process in stars. The core becomes heavy and cannot contract any more, the core collapses, rebounds of the surface and the star explodes as a type II supernova.
 Apr 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Park smoked as we walked,
Lost trees of autumn smoldered,
  .  .  .  Cold sun in her eyes.
 Mar 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Facebook conspires,
Digital narcissism  .  .  .
  .  .  .  Mobile devices.
 Mar 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Our unbraiding love  . . .
Fingers no longer twining,
  .  .  .  Cats cradle broken.
 Mar 2014
Seán Mac Falls
O to be burning—
Completely, live at the stake,
  .  .  .  What a way to go.
 Mar 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Outside is temple—
Soft chanting snow fall, pure white,
Crystal mandalas.
 Mar 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Lines of feather etched,
Petrified on the sea shores,
Our driftwood bird wings.
 Mar 2014
Seán Mac Falls
After the rain beads,
Celebration in branches,
  .  .  .  Ornamental trees.
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